I Love My Mother – Part 4

Hi Readers,

On the onset, I would again like to thank the few people who have read the incident thus far and have taken the trouble of sharing their views with me. All the feedbacks are valuable to me ( to be honest, not all..!!), so please keep expressing your views to the email Id [email protected]. Your feedbacks give me enthusiasm to keep sharing my incident. What I look forward is the views of mothers ( I dont know whether any mother reads such stuff or not, but if there is any would like to hear from them..)

As you must have read, I had started talking to my mother in msgs, we used to talk often and most of them would be normal stuff (what are you doing, lunch, dinner etc). At times, I would ask for the picture of her panty, and to my surprise there was much less resistance from her side. Once I got those pictures, there is no guessing what I would do, plus the smelling also continued. I was surprised, all this never seem to lose its excitement, every time I used to smell or see the pics, it would give me the same thrill.

In the real world, my mom was still mad at me, but the anger was slowly disappearing. May be she had accepted that it was a one off incident and was trying to forget. She was not properly talking to me but the situation was improving. But let me tell you one thing,may be I am wrong but it seems that she was getting more and more desirable everyday. It appeared that she was getting more curvaceous at the right places. It was like I was getting more and more drowned in my world of fantasy and it was the only thing I was thinking of.

One fine morning, when I woke up, I felt very week and my head was paining. Quite soon it was clear that I was down with some flu and will have to rest a day or two at home in my bed. For most this would sound like a curse, but I was fine with it, coz knew I had my mom (girlfriend) for company. She took care of me in reality and told me to sleep after giving me my medicines. I lay n my bed waiting for my dad to leave, as soon as he left, I took out my phone and in an instant with the excitement of a baby I msged-

Me: Hi..what u doing madam

I did not get any reply for a few mins. You all will acknowledge that when you are waiting for a reply from someone, even a few mins seems never ending. Suddenly I say my mom coming into my room, she asked me if I needed something, and when I said no, she went to her room.

Soon, I heard my phone beep, it appeared to be the sweetest sound in the world. I hurriedly picked up and read the message.

Mom: Kuch nahi, nothing..u say..

Me: I am resting, not well.feeling very weak aur acha nahi lag raha ekdm.

Mom: ohh…pchh..my son is also not well. Hope both of you jaldi se theek ho jao..

Me: Hmm, acha nahi lag raha ..I am feeling restless.

Mom: Can understand..pchh..

Me: I am in severe pain..bahut takleef hai..

I think she could feel my pain and restlessness, and was feeling sorry for me. She is a very good person at heart and cannot see other people suffering.

Mom: hey bhagwan..pchh..wish I could help.

Before I could reply to her msg, another ping popped up.

Mom: Please try to think something other than pain, it will help you relax.

Me: Hmm

Mom: want to knw..what is the color today.? tumhe acha lagta hai na..colour pata karna..bolu main..

I could not beleive what I read..I dont knw why a chill went down through my spine, this was a huge boost for me..

Me: hehe..I knw you get irritated..but sorry, I love it..isliye puchta hu..pls tell me na..kon sa color hai..

Mom: bhup badmash..its orange today..but kya maza aata hai isme..why do you want to know the colour?

Me: hmm..orange..good..are mujhe fascination hai bahut..If i be honest, I love to imagine you wearing them.

Mom: Again you have started, fir chalu tumhara voh sab faltu baat.

Me: No seriously, I cannot control myself.

Mom: Hmm..why so..what do you like in them..

Me: I dint know..merely the fact that tumne vo pehna tha, just the fact that you had them on gives me a feeling that cant be explained.

Mom: I am old, kyu karwate ho ye sab mujhse.

Me: You are still the most beautiful and sexy women for me. I cannot control myself as soon as I see your panties.

Mom: ok stop baba..you want to see the orange one, I can send you the picture.

Me: Hmm..pls send..

I got the picture, and to my surprise, It was not a normal picture, the panty was half way down the legs of mom and then she took the picture. I was imagining what she would have done. She would have taken the panty down to her knees to take the pic, the panty was all roughed up in the middle as if it had been pressed by something huge. That sight was enough to give me a very hard erection.

Mom: kaisi hai?

Me: putting words to the feeling will be like insulting the thought.

Mom: haha..since you are not well, this was a get well soon from me.

Me: In that case, can I ask you one thing, please dont say no..

Mom: kya??

Me: I have this fascination, aapko bolu..will you do it..

Mom: no way..aur kuch nahi

Me: Pls na..I am not well.

Mom: what is it?

Me: I want you to wear a thong, pls and send me a picture.

No reply for a few mins, and my heart started beating fast, if the ans came as Yes, I am drop dead due to happiness.

Mom: you should sleep rather than making such outrageous demands, mujhe itni baat nahi karni chaiye tumse.

Me: Pls..

Mom: I will not do it, and even I said yes, I dont have those things.

Me: In the vidoe your son was sniffing his aunties thongs only, pls you can wear that.

Mom: you are out of your mind, will talk later.

Me: no pls dont leave me.

Mom: you leave me with no option.

Me: Its a genuine request..mere liye pls

Mom: I cannot send you any pic, sab kuch dikhta hai usme.

Me: pls..I want to see you wearing it..cannot stop myself imagining.

Mom: that will not happen

Me: I beg you, problem kya hai.

Mom: problem ye hai..ki after you mentioned about thong a few days back, I realised I had one of them and tried them, and my husband made a joke out of it, mujhe bahut embarrass hona pada, and that has hurt me a lot.

Me: Suno, I dont knw about anyone else, but mere liye you are the most beautiful woman. I am happy ki tiy tried wearing them. Pls do it for me once

Then, I had an idea, I immediately messaged her.

Me: ok, I will give you an alternative, isme naa mat krna..as I agreed to you not giving a pic of you  wearing a thong.

Mom: kya?

Me: I want you to wear a thong and uske upar petticoat pehn lena, but I need the petticoat to be very low, so that I can see the thong line starting. Pls

Mom: ye kya mazak hai

Me: Pls , dekho I have kept your word, ab meri baat maan lo

Mom: Hmm..

Me: acha tell me..kon si color ka hai..ye to batao.

Mom: what color..its cream..par tum ye sab kya karwa rahe ho mujhse.

Me: Pls be with me na..batao na kya kar rahi ho?

Mom: nthing, locking the door (I heard the door being locked next room)

Me: Hmm..bolti raho na pls..kya kar rahi ho..I want to hear.

Mom: are kuch nahi baba..opening my saree..

Me: hmm..(I started imagining the scene)
She was wearing a red saree today, she must be opening it, which will leave her with only the blouse and the petticoat. All this was making me mad.

Me: are kaha gyi..tell me wat you doing

Mom: uff baba..almirah se nikal rahi hu abhi

Me: kya?

Mom: dont fool around..you knw what

Me: bolo na pls

Mom: panty baba..

Me: pls pehhne se pehle, give me a picture na

Mom: ok

I received a picture, readers I cannot explain how I was feeling. It was like the best day, I could not believe my mother was going to wear that piece of cloth for me. It was a cream thong, it was very tiny..I was imagining I will not even cover 30% of the area given its size..leaving her entire bottom naked. The line of this cloth would run down the ass crack of my mothers back, and I was sure that thread would immerse inside her crack in-between the two huge cheeks. I started feeling the urge to masturbate, but told myself to control as it would ruin the excitement for a little later.

Me: ab kya kar rahi ho?

Mom: I have opened the panty I was wearing..kya kya karwa rahe ho mujhse..this is not right..

Me: Hmm..orange wali khol di??

Mom: Yes..mujhe acha nahi lag raha ye sab

Me: you are doing it for me, pls..aage bolo na pls

Mom: pehnne to do

Me: hmm..kaisa lagta hai yr pehna k tumhe.

Mom: I dont knw..ajeeb hi hai..it feels peeche kuch hai hi nahi

Me: Hmm..acha mujhe dudu peena hai..

Mom: what? abhi..pehle pic nahi chaiye kya??

Me: haa chaiye..main khud pee lunga dud..tum bas blouse and bra kol do

Mom: are pehle panty to pehn lu..

Me: nahi pls khol do na..dudu peena hai abhi k abhi

Mom: hmm..khol diya..u r a mad person..kya kya karwa rahe ho

Me: Hmm..main ekdm choos raha hu..baby ki tarah tumhare.

Mom: Hmm..ok..if that relaxes you..ab ruko do min tumhari pic deti hu..

Me: suno na..apni back ki pic dena na..petticoat neeche thodi and upar backless puri..pls..mirror k reflection ka pic le lena pls

Mom: are ye kaise hoga..its very difficult.

Me: Pls try na..ho jaega..

I had started stroking myself, despite forcing myself to wait..I could not control myself, the scene coming before my eyes of my mom backless wearing a thong was too much..

Mom: ok trying..tum 2 min dudu pio..let me try

Me: hmm..

After 2 mins, I again msged.

Me: what happened?

Mom: yes, I think I may have succeeded in getting the pic.

Me: waah..send it jald se

Mom: No

Me: mane..?? dont joke abhi pls ( I was about to reach my climax)

Mom: means..I will send it to u..no problem..but I need something in return

As soon as I read this I stopped shaking and msged properly.

Me: see..main video anhi dunga apko..itni jaldi..

Mom: I knw dont worry, I need something else.

Now, this got me thinking, I was in such a position, I would have even given my life for that pic right now..but what did she want.?

Me: what do you need?

The reply which I got, was very interesting and changed the course of my relationship with my mother further.

I will continue the story further, because as I told you this is a true story so I wanted to write as it happened.

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I Love My Mother – Part 4