Loving The Closest: A Son And Mother

Unlike other stories, I am not going to describe my physical features here. I could be anyone from you and resembles any of you. I could be your fantasy or someone who fantasizes you. I always admire married mature women as I found them more passionate, mature and intellectual. For me love making is not about having one’s body but when both of them match intellectually. Intelligence and maturity are something which I always respect and expect people to respect. My resemblance is subjective so that every one of you can relate to this story by imagining yourself at my place. I am an admirer of Sigmund Freud and believe in his ‘oedipus complex’ hypothesis. This story is completely fictional. However, fantasy does not have its boundaries. This is my first attempt; I hope all of you would enjoy it. The story is going to be long and passionate, so please bear with me. Your genuine comments and suggestions are always welcome and would help me to evolve.

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, for some time I could not understand where I am. It took me few seconds to realize that I came to my home village to spend mid- semester vacation as well as help my family in their chores. I live outside my hometown for the purpose of my study; however coming to the village is a regular affair for me in vacation. I recollected my consciousness and try to throw away the laziness from my body. After getting freshened up I came down to have tea and breakfast. My parents also do not live in the village due to my father’s job. My father’s elder brother is the one who resides in the village to take care of our ancestral land. My village is not some fancy village as described in Bollywood movies or other stories. It’s a common northern Indian village without any river or lake or mountains (though have some ponds which I suppose were dug for irrigation purpose).
After having breakfast and tea I decided to roam around the village and look for boys with whom I used to play cricket that if they still do the same or not.

Since it’s not vacation time for students so no one was playing cricket. After roaming here and there for an hour I came back to home. My mother was preparing for lunch. My mother always tries to spend more and more time with me during vacation since from my childhood I was in the hostel. So it’s not regular for us to be together. Vacations are the only time when we get along. The whole day spent just being in a home and browsing through some literature books which I brought along. During the night I and mom went to a room to sleep. It’s not unusual for an unmarried boy to sleep in the same bed with her mother in these areas. I and mom were talking about the village, relatives etc and simultaneously I was playing with her stomach (she wears a sari and I always use to do the same). After talking for a long time, she suddenly got sad and told me that she misses me a lot and I should come home more often. I just hugged her and we lay there like that. I don’t know when we slept. Next day, when I woke up I had the urge to go to pee. When I reached bathroom road, I found she is washing clothes. I told her that I need to go.

She said that you go from the side as she is having a problem by sitting and standing again and again. However, when I did not listen to her, she stands there and gave me the way. Due to the urge to pee and morning hard on my penis was erect. She was standing on middle and to go to the commode I had to go passing her. Due to the congested space when I moved unconsciously my penis got rubbed to her thighs. She moved away and said nothing. After getting relieved, when I turned to return I looked at her face and it was expressionless. Anyway, all day went like same and after having dinner again I and mom come to bed and were talking like yesterday. Today, she herself placed her hands on my shoulder and just holding me like that. After some time she turned around not in the way to go much away but just to turn side. I don’t know why but out of affection I just hugged her from behind might be because of cold or out of habit. I was hugging her tightly and my roaming fingers were on her stomach.

Slowly I started to get hard on which I did not want her to feel. I deliberately moved my lower half in such a manner that she could not feel it. I continued playing with her stomach with my head now her shoulder which was open enough because of the design of her blouse. I moved my finger from her stomach to the tangles of her sari not out of purpose. Her breathing pattern was changing and I could feel it since my head was on her shoulder. Slowly I decided to touch my lower half portion to her and I was doing that by moving my fingers on her stomach and try to innocently revolve finger- tips on the border of her sari tangles. I touched my power half to her back and be like that for some time to read the reactions. I could sense that her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy. I was in trance and could not think or imagine anything. I was as anxious and curious as I was afraid. After some time her body got stiff and then loosened. She slowly moved away from me by removing my hand and we both slept like that.

To be continued…