Summer Vacation Of 89

I am 40 years old now and am happily married with three kids. But the summer vacation of 1989 when I was just 19 years old still lingers in my memory, very fondly. As soon as I completed my 1st year of engineering in Delhi, I was happy to come back to my hometown of Chennai. It was more for the food and other comforts than anything. As the plane was landing (we were rich and hence my parents bought me plane tickets for my annual homecoming), I looked at the lush green fields of my beloved town.

The air-hostess bent low to check on my seat-belt, little did she know that I was bursting in my pants. Because of the exams before, I did not get a chance to masturbate and hence, during the flight every time the airhostesses were passing by. Their sweet scent was giving me a major-hard-on and more so because I could visualize their sweet asses jiggling under those silk sarees. After we landed, I was still checking one cute air-hostess in particular and breathed a sigh of exasperation as they rolled off their bags away from me.

But I did not have to wait for long. My wandering eyes caught hold of another chic-looking lady. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight-T shirt wherein I could see the full tits stretching the fabric, rearing to come out and be squeezed. I took my own time in reading the text that was written on the T-shirt. In big bold letters, it read “Welcome” and my sigh turned to desperation to think who must be the lucky bastard on this plane who must a got some a hot lady to welcome him and I was thinking if it were me,

I would rip open those tight clothes and fuck her for days together. Slowly, with diminishing hope, I pulled my eyes from those mouth-watering tits to the face. I paused for a moment. That face seemed familiar. I scrutinized more and my mouth fell open. It was that of my mother !! I could not believe my eyes. I know that I was meeting after almost a year. I knew that mom and dad went to Australia during that time (and my dad was still there and my mom returned early since I was coming home for vacation) but even then, this was unbelievable.

In just one year, my mom had transformed from a traditional Saree-wearing middle-aged lady to a mouth-watering tight-jeans chic ! It was only when she uttered my name and waved at me frantically that my spell was broken. I rushed into her open arms. I am sure that everyone in that flight must be thinking I am that “lucky bastard”. Little did they know that she was my mother ! Anyways, I played along and let my hand slide around her for an extra minute, gave an extra tight hug and ran my hand thru her loose hair.

She too played along her and hung unto me. I was just blown away by her dress and now by her sweet perfume and her extra-soft skin. She blushed when I complimented her just to say that one year in Australia has done so much, then she should have stayed longer. Anyways, still holding her waist, I walked to the car-parking lot and she stopped me and took out one single key from her bag and yelled surprise. It took me a minute to realize that she had bought me the bike that they had promised when I secured my engineering seat.

She said that they had the showroom guy drop off the bike to the parking lot so that she could surprise me. This time I really hugged her tight and used this chance to run my hand over tight bum and gave it an extra squeeze as I lifted her in the air. I nestled my face right into her T-shirt, acting as if I was super-excited, but it was really to feel if those boobs were real or just fluff from her bra. I got smothered by those gentle mounds of flesh. I let her down and excitedly mounted the bike and she surprised me again my sitting across the bike like a guy and sat real close to me.

I could not believe my luck. I could feel those big boobs and now even her thighs brushing against mine. As she wrapped her soft hands around my waist for support, I thought I will burst right then and there in my pants. With great difficulty I could control myself and later, the bike. The 45 minute ride back home was the best in my life. Every time I would curse that my home was so far from the airport but today the way she was clinging to me in all that traffic and those sudden brakes that I applied intentionally,

I wished that I was living in my Madurai instead of Chennai. Finally we reached home and I got down the bike and felt as if my legs were made of Jello from the thousand of mini-orgasms that had since the time I got off the airport. With lot of pride I parked my bike in front of our flat. Everyone in the neighborhood came to see me, I was feeling more proud of my ass-wiggling-mom than my red-shining bike.

My mom looked at me smiling as we were waiting for the elevator. My eyes were fixed at her boobs when I was facing her and at her butt when she was away from me. My mouth was drooling unabashedly. As soon as we reached home and the door shut behind us, I once more gave her one of those tight-lift-cum-hug and this time since there was no one around, my mom also reciprocated.

She held my head and nestled my face in her boobs. I was not sure what she wanted and hence, I pretended to eat off her nipple jokingly. She too patted my head laughingly and asked me to take a shower and get ready for lunch. I went to my room and I stripped down completely and looked at my bulge and was careful not to touch it, less it explodes. I was super-duper excited about this summer vacation of 1989 and there was just the beginning and there was more to come !!!Cheers

Suresh