Son comes home for the holidays to his sexy Indian mother

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Son comes home for the holidays to his sexy Indian mother

As I stood outside my home in the beating rain at 11 pm, waiting for my mother to open the door, the only thing I could think of was what my mother would be wearing.

Because the last time I had come home from college, mom opened the door in just a towel that barely covered her 36D sized breasts and her thick hips. I feasted my eyes on her milky white thighs for the first time that day, and the rest of my vacation days were spent trying to get a glimpse of her in that position, but in vain.

After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the latches opening on the other side of the door. Mom opened the door in a hurry, and it was evident that I had woken her up from a deep sleep.

“Sorry mom, I had to wake you up from your sleep” I apologised, sheepishly and walked inside the home, placing my damp bag by the side of the door.

“Oh, shush.” Mom said, shutting the door behind me. “I’m just glad you arrived safely, at this time” She said, picking up a towel to dry my hair. She turned on the lights in our little 1BHK, and I was immediately awestruck. Mom’s nighty zip had come astray, and her left boob was spilling out of her clothes. My throat went dry and I couldn’t get a damn word out of my mouth.

“Sit” she said, oblivious to her state, and bent down to wipe my wet hair. She tried to keep up a conversation with me, but my mind was completely focussed on her jiggling boob, which I could clearly see from underneath the towel. That milky white singular breast with a dark brown nipple surrounded by an areola the size of a two rupee coin. Her nipple was erect like a stub of pencil eraser, probably because of the chilly weather.

“Ravi… RAVI!” Mom calling out my name finally brought me back to my senses. She pulled the towel off my face and noticed me staring at her chest. She looked down and finally noticed her carelessness. She gave a shy smile and put her breast inside here nighty and zipped up correctly.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was out?” she said, softly and looking away from me in shyness.

“Mom… that… ummm…” I fumbled for words.

“It’s okay. I can understand, especially for a boy your age.” She said, rubbing my hair with her slender finger, checking for dampness.

“Stop looking at me like that! I’ve already put it away.” Mom said, shyly, throwing the towel on her chest. I involuntarily kept looking at her chest, the jiggle of her breasts beneath the cheap fabric of her worn out nighty.

My cheeks felt hot in shame as I looked away.

“Go get changed,” Mom said. I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up and mom immediately noticed the large bulge in my pants. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at my hard on.

“Mom!” I whined, cupping my hands over my dick and ran into the bathroom to change into something dry.

Once I changed, I crept into bed with mom, under the same blanket. She had asked me if I wanted to have some dinner, but I answered negatively. After the hectic train ride, which was delayed by 2 hours and the 1.5 hour bus journey on bad roads had completely drained me.

I just spooned mom, pressing my semi hard cock on her ass and went to sleep in an instant breathing in the comforting aroma of my mother.

The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of water falling and a melodious humming from the attached bathroom. The thought of mom taking a bath itself was arousing. I imagined her lathering all over her thick, milky, milfy body with soap. I imagined water falling down from the mug over her body, sliding on her armpits, busty tits, thick thighs and giggly tummy. Just thinking of mom that way gave me a huge boner.

I slid my hand down my pants, into my underwear and gripped my throbbing cock. I began jerking off, thinking of my naked mother on the other side of the wall. As I was furiously jerking off I heard the latch open. So I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants and pretended to be asleep.

I heard mom come out of the bathroom and close the door behind her. She was wet from head to toe, and I could see the droplets of water clinging to her skin. My dick began to grow in size again.

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