Amudha, My Aphrodisiac Mom

Fourth month of 2014, the weather forecast read 35 degrees yesterday, predicted the same today and rest of the week. It was 11 in the morning, the predicted forecast had turning to be true. The summer sun was feasting on our bodies, and every piece of garment I wore on my body got drenched in sweat due to the rise in temperature.

I am pretty sure even my mom’s, she was in yellow Saree with designs and a matching blouse which looked soaked with sweat. Before I move further I want to tell you about my mom, my mom is a very conservative woman, she wears Saree all the time, even at home she wears Saree. She is 5’6 tall, in her 40s but never looks 40, bit on the heavier size, but has got the curves that would make any man watching turn back and get a glimpse on her, for a brief moment their eyes would roam on her Saree clad body, which most of the times annoy me. Only with my friends observation, I could come to the conclusion that My mom looks like Banupriya, big eyes, round face, long hair, beautiful cheeks, neatly shaped lips, and her Saree clad posterior.

She always wears her Saree right on her navel, at home I enjoy the view of her half exposed navel whenever she reaches to pick up objects which are above her head standing on the stool. In the pretext of helping her, I would jump into the place where she is standing and ask her whether I could help her pick up things, and enjoy her beautifully exposed midriff. What I enjoy watching mom when is trying to reach out things is that her wet blouse near her underarm. Mom is usually would say, “its okay da, I cant take it” and when she takes the things from top, I would dutifully like an obedient son take the things from her and keep it on the floor. Whenever she ties to get down from the table, I would playfully wiggle the stool, which would make her laugh and let out “aah stop it da” and start laughing. When she gets down, she would balance her hand on my shoulder, and when she does that, her boobs would brush my chest and my nose would automatically smell her aroma.

My mom loved me so much because I am her only son, and my Dad is in the Army, whom she misses him most of the times and showed all her love on me. But, to my mom she had me as her best friend and we both would go out together all the time, I am only 19, taller than my Dad who is 6’0 tall.

My dad surprised my mom on her birthday with a new Honda Activa. It was delivered to our house by the showroom guys, wrapped in a neat butterfly knotted ribbon. When I woke up with an early morning boner, which I get as a routine, I saw my mom like a school girl, jumping up and down, and showering kisses to my dad on the phone. I was surprised too, I went out with the same boner which any one could see since I usually wear boxers when I got to bed, to our portico where the bike was parked, feeling excited with happiness all over my face. When my mom saw me, she came running towards me with complete happiness on her innocent face, and wrapped both her arms around me and hugged me tight.

For a brief moment, I lost myself to the lust I had for her and erect manhood inside my boxers poking her Saree, and I hugged her tight to not this moment slip away. She hugged me and said “Appa has surprised me with this bike Da, I am so proud of him, and lucky to have a wonderful husband and sweet son” saying that she kissed me on my both cheeks, and forehead, while she was still hugging me. I lifted my mom, and circled her, she started laughing out loud like a high school girl, and stopped, and kissed her on her left cheek first while I was hugging her tight and the left check kiss which I gave was filled with complete lust. My lips rested on her cheeks for a brief moment and parted my lips from her cheeks, and I could see my saliva was on her left cheek. I whispered in her left ear that “Mom, I am so lucky to have you” and kisses her right cheek too. While we were still in our same hugging position, I told mom “Shall we go for a ride ?” my Mom immediately said “Sure, but before that we must take it for Poojai to the Ganesh Temple which is nearby.”

We decided to get ready to go to the Temple. I immediately took my shower and got ready in an excitement to go for a ride with my mom to Temple. I picked up and wore the first Jeans and T shirt which was right in front of me. I went to check on her, I opened the door to see she was in her black petticoat and yellow blouse, busy hooking her tight blouse.

By looking her tightly knotted petticoat, and the panties elastic impression forming a “V” on her behind, I could clearly come to the conclusion that My mom was wearing her panties inside her petticoat. I called “Mom, are you ready?” she replied “Yeah, just give me a moment.” She came out of her room with in a beautiful yellow Saree, she was looking like goddess. She was adjusting her pallu on her bosoms and navel, and with that last stroke she took her right and clipped her Saree pall edge near her right bosom and covered her right bosom, which instantly made my eyes focus there and after that she looked at me smiling and said “Shall we go ?” I got an instant hard on right then and there, words weren’t coming out of my mouth, she again called “Rajesh Pogalaamaa? (Rajesh, shall we go)”, in a sudden shock, I came back to my senses when the asked. I immediately said
“Lets Go..!”

Mom was too excited to take her first ride. She galloped towards the bike, I went behind her looking the beautiful jiggles her bottoms would make. We locked our house, my mom sat on the bike, self started the bike with her tender thumb, turned back towards me and with a smile on her face and gestured me to sit behind her. Immediately I put one hand on her left shoulder for balance and sat behind her, my left hand felt the bra she was wearing under her yellow blouse. As I sat behind her, she said hold on to Mummy tight, and mummy is gonna start the fly you to the Temple. Like an dutiful Son, obeyed her order, grabbed her hips tight, the left hand went right inside the pallu which was covering her navel and right hand was on the Saree pallu, and said “Lets go Captain” and placed my lips on her right cheek and kissed her. She did mind that. She was chuckling when she was riding, I asked her why ? She said your hand is right on my stomach da, its tickling me, she chuckled. Playfully I started tickling her and she started laughing, and I stopped tickling her for sometime and she was normal. She was enjoying her ride.

We reached the main road, my mom was riding fast, the wind was hitting against her, it made her pallu hug on to her tight which displayed the beautiful shape of her bosoms. My mom made way for the bus which was trying to overtake us from the left side. I was busy hugging my mom from behind and feeling her navel with my little finger. The wind was making my mom’s pallu drift a bit from the left side, exposing the facet of my mom’s bra and blouse clad left boob, and in turn exposing my left hand which was right on my mom’s stomach and my little finger poking her navel. The few male passengers in the bus saw this beautiful woman riding a bike with a teen ager behind, and her exposed partial left boob, were feasting on her boob and their eyes almost popped out. It was an irritating sight for me. “What are you looking at, you old rascals” I yelled at them.

I immediately took my hand out of my mom’s fleshy belly, and tried to cover her partially exposed left boob with her pallu. She could not understand what I was doing, and the bus when past us. She asked me “what happened da?” “Mom, those guys in the bus were staring at you, which I could not tolerate.” My mom said “Dont worry about them, lets enjoy this ride and smiled.” I said “Mom, they were staring at you here (pointing my left index finger towards her left exposed boob) and instantly poked it, she jerked at bit and smiled.

I kept my chin on her right shoulder and made my face look angry. She saw my angry face in the mirror, smiled and turned towards my left cheek and kissed me there, I smiled instantly and gave a kiss on her right cheek, and smiled putting my left hand and right hand on the place where it was before. She dint mind my hands grabbing her from behind. She took her right hand and pinched my right cheek biting her teeth and said “I love you sooo much da kanna” and kissed her fingers. I hugged her tight and said “I love you too mom.” and smiled.

We reached the temple and stopped right in front of the temple to have the pooja done for the bike. I got down from the bike first, and immediately saw my mom’s bottom when she was about the get down from the bike. It was a wonderful sight, the yellow Saree she was wearing had tugged into her ass crack making displaying the shape of her ass.

We went to buy flowers from the road side florists who usually keep the flowers on the ground. Mom bent down to pick up the flowers, and she was busy selecting the flowers and spent more time in that position bargaining. What I failed to notice was, my mom’s left side of the boob was exposed and she was giving an ample view of her left bosom which a couple of guys were staring at. I moved very close to her and covered her exposed blouse clad left boob, and giving an angry stare at those guys. Mom was still busy selecting the flowers. I, in a glimpse, saw her back, to my shock her ass was up in the air, displaying her beautiful shape. I turned around and to see more people ogling at her, include the priest who passed by. Now, I wanted cover her ass, I went and stood behind her back, suddenly she stood straight and accidentally stood on my leg, and her ass caressed my manhood, giving me an instant hard on.

We were entering the temple, it was fourth month of 2014, the weather forecast read 35 degrees yesterday, predicted the same today and rest of the week. It was 11 in the morning, the predicted forecast had turning to be true. The summer sun was feasting on our bodies, and every piece of garment I wore on my body got drenched in sweat due to the rise in temperature. I am pretty sure my mom’s too, I could say that from her yellow blouse near her armpit area. I could imagine how wet her panties would be inside her petticoat. We spoke to the priest to offer pooja to our new bike, he asked 00 Rupees for the Pooja, and mom eventually gave it to him, and he asked us to wait for sometime.

We were waiting for the temple priest, mom was talking to me about the bike ride, how she enjoyed the bike ride. I was nodding with a smile on my face, and I could see behind her a man who was clicking pictures of my mom from behind from a certain distance. Mom looking at me staring at something behind her, turned back to see a 40 to 45-year-old man waving “Hi” at my mom. He came towards my mom and gave her a hug, and mom too hugged him and said Hi, I was in a real state of shock. Some stranger comes to my mom and hugs her so casually, and mom is hugging him back casually, I just could not believe it, I am sure his hug was not a casual hug.

He put one hand on her hips and another hand over her shoulder and hugged sqeezing her boobs. He hugged her so tight that, my mom’s sweat on her face wiped on her right cheek and her armpit sweat brushed his right shoulder. He enquired “How are you Amudha, so long it has been, how is Ravi ?” My mom replied “Ravi is fine and I am fine too, and this is our son, Rajesh.” My mom introduced me to him “Rajesh this is Mr. Karthik, he is dad’s friend and our classmate, he works as a fashion designer. He designes dresses for the top supermodels in Bangalore. With a bright smile he shook my hand to say “Hi Rajesh.” Their conversation sarted;

Karthik: How long it has been Amudha, it has almost 5 years when I met you and Ravi.

Mom: “Yes Karthik. How is your wife, and your kids ?”

Karthik: “They are fine, and they are in Chennai.”

Mom: “You have changed a lot Karthik, clean shave now, last time you used to have a big beard, me and Ravi used to tease calling you “Devadas.” Now look at you, you have turned out to be a handsome man.”

Karthik make eye contact with my mom without noticing her assets. Mom felt very comfortable talking to him, she was making fun of him, and he was blushing. This made my mom get hell lot of confidence to talk to him anything. Karthik was able to create the comfort the level for my mom so that she could talk anything to him.

Karthik: “Come on da, my ex broke up with me, and I left the beard grow at that time, still you want to tease me for that ? Look, things have changed, I am happily settled with my passion as my profession. I have changed.”

Mom: “Yes you have.”

Karthik looking at my mom from top to bottom examining;

Karthik: “You have changed too, in fact you have changed a lot. I remember you used to be an excellent long jump athlete, lean and tall. Now look at you, you have put on tremendous amount of weight. Look at you little paunch.”

Mom: Stop it da..!! :blushing ::

Karthik: Turn around (My mom turned around ) you have a beautiful posterior (ogling at my mom), you have put on weight, but at the right places. Its big time you get more fashionable. The dress what you are wearing is completely out of fashion.

Karthik put his arms around me, and with a smile on his face, said “You mom back in our school days, was too beautiful, everyone in our school were trying to propose to her, but your dad was the lucky one to get her. My mom laughed. We were so young then, Me and you mom were like siblings, fighing all the time. For no reason she used to hit me on my head, I used to cry sometimes. In return, I would pinch her bottom hard making her cry. Its a pity, our childhood days would never return.

My mom replied “Yes da, but guess what, even now I can hit you on your head,” and mom hit him on his head in a playful way. “Oh yeah ? then I can pinch your bottom,” before completing his sentence, in the pretext he grabbed my mom from her hips, put his right hand behind her and grabbed my mom left ass cheek, and cajoled her there, pinched her ass. I was in a complete shock, her Saree was tugged inside her ass crack. I could feel how hard he could have grabbed my mom’s ass. My mom was just tittering like a school girl. They both laughed, Karthik said “You have put on some weight Ammu ;)” with a wink. My mom with a blush replied “you naughty.”

The priest waved his hand at us signaling us to come for the poojai. Mom told him about the new bike, he congratulated us. “I got to go too Ammu, it was nice meeting you after a long time, I will be leaving to Chennai next week, until then I will be here in Bangalore. My company has given me a car and a driver, the car does not have AC, and I have to manage for another week without AC. Bangalore’s climate wont be that harmful as the Chennai’s so I can manage.” “Give me your phone number” he asked, and took my mom’s phone number. “Ammu, this is my card, please feel free to call me. Bye Ammu, Bye Rajesh” he said and thrusted a 1000 Rs note in to my pocket, which my mom did not see properly, “Bye Da” mom replied and waved our hands to bid him goodbye.

We followed the priest towards our bike. The priest was chanting some chants in some unknown language which only he could understand. Meanwhile, my mom’s phone beeped msg tone, and I read the message, it was from Ravi “See you soon, take care Ammu. I like Rajesh very much, he is such a nice kid, take good care of him, I am gonna make him a fashion designer too.” Wow, a fashion designer ! I would love to become a fashion designer, I though, and I started liking Ravi. I was sure to meet him soon.

Since mom was busy with the prayers I did not show the msg.

My mom closed her eyes, while worshiping the god. The priest was lusting my mom, and was fucking her with his eyes, he had his camphor lit plate in his hand, and went round the bike. Since my mom was right next to the bike, he had to go round mom too, when he went behind her, he saw her Saree caught between her ass crack, which was tugged inside due to Karthik’s hand, and the priest’s eyes almost popped out. The priest must be in his 50s, them after the pooja, we gave him 200 rupees, he applied vibuthi on my forehead and blessed me, and he went near my mom and applied vibuthi on her forehead and pinched her cheeks and said “Bless you my child” my mom smiled back. She didn’t knew his intention of pinching her cheek.

The priest did not leave us, he told me mom politely, next time when you come to the temple, please come clean, take bath, only when you body is clean, your thoughts will be clean, and only then god will answer you prayers he said. My mom said, “swamy, I am clean, I took back today while coming to the temple.” The priest replied “Look at your blouse, it is almost soaked in sweat, look at your neck, pointing his finger, and here too pointing toward my mom’s belly. You call this clean?”

My mom was totally embarrassed, while saying “sorry swamy” she immediately took her pallu end and started wiping her neck and her belly, the fleshy part of her belly was jiggling giving him the darshan of her deep navel, she adjusted her Saree. We took the “prasadham” from the priest and were leaving to our house in our bike. While she was riding, I was telling her about the msg Karthik had sent, I read out the message my mom was pretty excited about him training me to become a “Fashion Designer.” She asked “You want to become a fashion designer?” Yes mom, I replied, and since her hands were busy,

I took prasadham which was in my left hand and fed it to my mom in morsels. The moment her soft lips touched my fingers, my dick was aching to come out of my pant. She playfully bit my finger and I made a “ouch” and she laughed. I pinched her lower lips in return, and we both laughed.

Now it was time for the next morsel, I knew that she is going to bite my fingers this time, so when she opened her mouth and came near my fingers to bite, I playfully applied all the prasadham all over her face. In a sudden, she lost balance of the bike, and we both fell on the ground. After a moment all I could see was the back wheel of our New Honda Activa rolling in the air. I managed to wake up somehow, I went to check on my mom, but she was not getting up. She has been knocked unconscious.

I took her face in my hand and tried to wake her up, but she was not waking up. I got terrified and didn’t not know what to do. I was cursing the Temple Priest for not performing the Poojai properly, instead lusting my mom. I quickly took out Mom’s phone to call the Ambulance. As soon as I opened the phone, there was Karthik’s message which I was reading out to mom. I thought it would be a good idea to call Karthik for help. I dailed him up, and he came to the spot immediately in with Non AC car along with his driver.

Karthik swung into action, without asking what happened to my mom, he ordered his driver to pick up the bike, park it on the other side, lock the bike and get the car started.

Kathik, told me to open the car door, and he straight away went to my mom. All I could do was open the door and watch him help my mom. He grabbed my mom’s both cheeks with one hand and tried to wake her up, but she did not wake up. He put both his hands under her sweat-soaked armpits and tried to left my mom.

My mom’s head was leaning backwards, he struggled to make her stand, in a sudden motion lifted my mom and hugged her tight. He hugged her in such a way that, my mom’s both hands were around his neck, and his hand just wrapped her around. From the place where I was standing, it looking like two horny couple hugging each other. The lifted her hugging and he took enough time to lift he hugging tight, and came near the back seat of the car. All I could do was just watch my mom being hugged and lifted by her friend, and her boobs being crushed on his chest.

He turned his back towards the car, in the same hugging position, and just laid down in the back seat hugging mom. In such a position that, he was lying under my mom, and my mom was on top on him. He asked me to sit in the front seat. Looking at my mom being hugged and her sweat soaked boobs being felt by Rajesh’s chest, he driver got an immediate hard on, which I could notice clearly. I got to admit, I got excited and my hands straight away went to my crotch, I immediately took my hands from there after hearing a loud voice from Karthik, driver take the car to the nearby hospital. I asked Karthik “Uncle, is she alright ?”. He replied, “reach for my phone from my right pocket and take it out,” I did, search for the name Dr. Shwetha, and call her and put the phone on speaker. I obeyed him.

The phone rang, and Dr. Shwetha picked up the call. Karthik said “Shwethu, its an emergency da, my friend has blacked out due to a bike accident. I am taking her to the nearby hospital, before that tell me if there is any first aid I could to before it could be too late.” Dr. Shwetha replied “Dont worry, she might have blacked out purely out of shock. First check if there are any external injuries anywhere, and find out if there is any bleeding in any part of her body, and they if there is nothing, try to give CPR to her and call me.” “Okay Shwethu thank you da, shall call you back in a moment.”

Karthik, without waiting for anything, started searching for any injuries. He put the the question about how did the accident occur, and kept me busy explaining the incident. My mom was still on top of him, he tried to find if there are any external injuries, he lifted my mom against him by putting his hands under my mom’s soaked under arms. When he did that I could clearly see a huge bulge down his crotch region. She is all wet everywhere. Karthik asked me “Rajesh, where did you guys go, did you guys play outside in the Sun or something, and my god why is she so wet everywhere,” pointing his eyes at my moms soaked blouse, while he was lifting mom.

He dragged himself and mom towards the other side of the door, and made my mom turn around and lay on him. He pulled the pallu off her body in the pretext of finding any injuries. “Rajesh, are you able to find any injuries” he questions, I was shocked to see my mom palluless. He just wiped his hand over my mom’s beautiful belly and showed me “look how wet she is, omg she is wet everywhere. She must be soaked due to the hot Sun.” The next move what he did something which I could not imagine.

While, wiping my mom’s belly, he slid his right hand through the Saree tugged portion, right into her pussy. I was shocked, my eyes popped up, I never seen my mom on top of a man, with his fingers inside her petticoat and feeling the wetness of her panties. Though I was excited, words came out of my mouth without my knowledge “Uncle, did you see any injury ?” He replied “No, Raj, not till here, let me check on her legs.”

Saying that he took his hand from my mom’s panties under her Saree and petticoat. I turned around to see the driver, he had taken out his dick, and put a kerchief over it and was stroking it, while watching my mom being dry humped by Karthik. Karthik put both his hands on my mom’s lap and tried to lift her Saree up.

He called me to check if there is any injury. “I said not uncle.” “Do you see any injuries on her knees? Karthik asked, his words were turning me on, and the driver as well. Back in my mind, I was getting excited to see my mom’s legs. He asked me again “Rajesh I am going to lift he Saree and petticoat, till her upper thighs, just let me know if you see any injury.” He lifted my mom’s Saree till her upper thighs, I replied “No uncle.” Now my heart was beating heavily, wondering what would be Karthik’s next move.

Karthik bunched up my mom yellow Saree and black petticoat, and lifted it all the way to her hips exposing completely her completely sweat-soaked Cream Color Panties. I was stroking my dick, involuntarily, and saw the driver, and he was stroking his dick harder. Karthik cried out “Oh my God, look at her Rajesh, you mom’s panties are so wet. Poor Ammu, she must have been dying to peel this one of as soon as he got home.”

He put his palm on my mom’s pussy over her panties and showed me the wetness of her panties. “Close your eyes kid, I am going to take off your mom’s panties” he said, and did not care whether I was watching, with his one hand he put his hand inside my mom’s panties and tried to push is downwards. I am pretty sure he would have felt my mom’s pussy lips. He tried to cover my mom’s pussy with her Saree and petticoat, but luckily I got a great view of her pussy. To my surprise, her pussy was clean shaven, that explains why she was sweating so much down there. He slowly pulled her panties down her thighs, and when it was near her ankle, her panties got stuck in her Kolusu (Silver chain Indian women wear near their ankle). In an swift motion pulled it off her body and he bunched up in his right palm.

I could not believe my eyes, my mom’s panties which she was wearing all day since morning, has been peeled off her her ass, and off her thighs, and legs is with Karthik. It was like a dream. Karthik said “Look how wet the panties have become, poor girl” and gave my mom’s wet panties to me. It felt so wet, the driver took it from me and felt the wet and softness of my mom’s sweat, and he sniffed it. He said to Karthik “She might have peed too sir, he aroma smells like a mixture of sweat and pee.” Karthik immediately, “give that to me let me see,” Karthik too my mom’s panties and sniffed too, and exclaimed “She might have peed a little when she fell on the ground, poor girl. But, most of the wetness is sweat that I am sure. She evening now she is sweating there,” saying that he wiped my mom’s pussy and showed his hand to us.

To Be Continued …..