For the next two days, I remained obscure in the house and tried my utmost to avoid my mom, always thinking how I could face her, in the rest of my life.
‘It was very kind of her that she didn’t leave the house instantaneously and went back to her village home.’ I thought with relief. May be she was not that angry upon me. Whatever happened, it was an accident. I didn’t make out whether Jina had told her anything or not. Even she also kept mum after that day. I kept on passing my days in a very uneasy atmosphere.
About a week passed. One day I had a report to be prepared, so I was worked on my computer for quite a long time. When I finished the report it was about 2 o’clock in the morning, I stretched my hands up to release my tension and suddenly became aware that somebody is standing behind me. I turned and looked back. It’s my mom! I wanted to get up in a hurry, but she came near and put her hand on my shoulder.
‘Don’t get embarrassed, son.’ She said.
I said, ‘I am extremely sorry mom, I thought it was Jina. I didn’t . . wanted ‘
She placed her right hand on my lips and stopped me, ‘Sh. . I knew it was by mistake. I didn’t mind. I knew if Jina looked into this matter more attentively, it shouldn’t have happened,.’
I remained silent.
‘I knew you have more urges than usual, like your father. I could handle him, rightly, but Jina is different, a bit slow and soft type.’
Her hand caressed my shoulder and back. I felt relieved and leaned a bit and my head rested on her bosom. It was sooo reassuring and I felt as if I returned to my childhood days. I turned my head and started to rub my nose on her bosom, in between her two moulds, as I did in my boyhood days. Mom placed one of her hand on my head and moved it towards her right mould. I found my lips rested on her big, fat tit. Her blouse was of soft fabric and she didn’t wear a bra, she never wore when she is inside the house. I opened my lips and pressed on the nipple. My heart started to pound in my body. Then I placed one hand on another mould and pressed a little. Mom held my head tightly on her bosom. Oh, how beautiful it felt. She held me tight and I started to press my lips on one nipple and knead the other boob with my palm. Gradually I started to become restless.
Suddenly mom stretched another of her hand and touched my thigh-joint, under my belly.
‘I know you still feel it now, isn’t it? Can I help you, son?’ Mom said whispering.
I was stupefied. ‘No, mom, it’s OK.’
‘I know it’s NOT OK. I am your mom; you came out of my womb, where you sprinkled your seeds the other day. I knew how you felt that day; I know how you are feeling now, working late hours. If you feel ashamed, close your eyes and relax. Let mom take care of this matter.’
Mom sat down in front of me and with quick movement of her fingers she undid the buttons of my trousers and tried to push it down. I only lifted my ass to get the work done smoothly. She also took away my boxer and out came my dick, half soft.
“Your’s is larger than your dad’s and I felt the other day, it is even fatter.’ Mom commented, taking it in her hand, stroking lightly.
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