The Strap Story

Admit it! We all have seen our moms bra in one way or another.  Maybe while it was washed and up for drying or while that strap was sliding out of her blouse without her notice. You will read about this in my sex story.

I have seen both. And was always irritated, didn’t know why? It never really excited me. But little did I know.

I am 25 yrs now. The below incident I am writing is not less than a year old. I am fortunately the only child for my parents. Dad runs his own business in a foreign country. He visits us every 3 months, or we visit him when we find the time. Mom is a housewife from the last 5 years. She resigned her job as a beautician with one of a giant business chains.

By now, you have a rough idea about my family. Let me tell you a little more about my mom. She is 44 years old. A typical Indian woman, born and brought up in a wealthy family. She was the only girl child. She was pampered by my grandma. She was let to choose her life the way she wanted. She studied what interested her, she chose her life partner the way she wanted, she even selected her career to pursue her dreams.

She was totally a self-sustained woman. Until 5 years back there was no problem. My dad decided to partner his business with a foreign firm and move out of the country until his business was established. He had promised to take us with him once his business was established. Since the last couple of years, my mom and I have been waiting for that day.

My mom had grown to be more hopeless. She often used to fight with my dad on phone. She had started staying at home doing nothing but feeling lonely. She seemed like she was not interested in life at all. Her old work friend once visited our home to invite mom to her new beauty saloon inauguration. Mom was all excited to see her and was happy for her friend. She even blessed her loads of success that day. That night mom and I were having dinner, and I noticed mom filled with tears in her eyes.

Her face was dull and I could guess she wanted to burst out of tears. With courage, I asked mom if all was ok? She started sobbing and replied yes. I strongly knew there was something she was hiding. After enough persuading, mom shedding tears told me, she was missing being at work. She told me she had quit her job only to take care of me and never give me a feeling of not having a father around when I needed him.

I thanked my mom for being there for me and supporting me to be who I am today. I held her hand and with a very firm voice asked her to rejoin work. She looked confused. I told her my well-being was in her happiness. She seemed to be happy. She with great anticipation said she would ask her friend if she could work in her new salon. I was happy to see a bright smile on her face.

A week later, on a Saturday morning, I woke up and walked to the living room. As casual a weekend would be, I laid down on the sofa turning the tv on. Watching the tv, I screamed to mom for coffee. Even after 5 mins, I didn’t get a response. I waited for a couple more mins and shouted loud for my coffee. Mom didn’t seem to be around, I could not hear her as well. I woke up and walked towards her room. Her bedroom door was half shut.

That was new for me, She never used to shut her bedroom door. Wanting to know if she was still asleep, I pushed the door slowly and walked into her room. I noticed she was not in her bed. I called my mom again. Her voice reached my ears amidst the sound of water from the shower. She said she was taking bath and would come in another 15 mins. I started walking back out of the room.

As I walked next to her bed I noticed her fresh clothes lying. Her new saree caught my view first. The next fraction of second my eyes were gazing her bra. It was a maroon colored bra. Shiny and big. I just looked away from it and shut the door before walking away. I waited for my mom to come and make my coffee. As I watched tv with drowsy eyes, my mom walked in front of me with a cup of coffee. I saw her with surprise. It took me a while to recognize her. I was noticing the radiance on her face.

She looked gorgeous in her new saree. I smiled at her and said, wow mom you look beautiful. She handed me the cup and started walking back to the kitchen. As she walked past me, I turned back to admire her. I couldn’t help notice her maroon bra strap sliding out of her blouse on her back. I don’t know how to tell her. I was too afraid to point it out. She started talking to me from the kitchen, she told me she was going to her new job at her friend’s saloon.

I was very happy for her. It had been years since she had that smile on her face. Her energy was high. She was all rushing to leave home. She grabbed her vanity bag from the walkway and started walking towards the main door. I stood up to wish her a goodbye. As she wore her sandals, my eyes were irritated by the view of her bra strap. I was frustrated, I couldn’t do anything. She left home saying she would be back by evening.

After much thinking, I calmed myself down saying there was no harm in a strap being visible. It was just an accident and that can happen with anyone.

But as days passed, I couldn’t keep my thoughts sane. My mom had not realized her blouse was too deep for the bras she was wearing. Every day I used to see my mom’s bra straps. Someday satin black, someday laced red. It was not giving me any good feeling. My thoughts of people, strangers gaping at my mom’s bra was driving me angry and frustrated. I had started thinking about it all day. I had to put an end to it. I was feeling like talking to her about this, but could never find the courage.

After about a month of these incidents, I had decided to talk to her. Not thinking about the consequences, I woke up in the morning and walked to the living room. Mom seemed to be in her bedroom still. I walked up to her room to talk to her. I entered and heard the shower in her bathroom running.

I waited for a minute thinking if I should tell her, I wanted to talk, I decided I will wait for her to come out to the living room and then I shall talk. As is stood there deciding, I noticed her purple colored satin cup bra on the bed. I unknowing walked up to her bed and took her bra in my hands. It was so soft and fluffy. I rubbed my fingers on the satin to feel its milkiness. I suddenly felt a kind of guilt inside.

I quickly dropped it back and stood contemplating about my action. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. My mom stepped out of the bathroom draped in a towel. Her hair was wet. Much before I could get a complete look at her, she with a shocking face, stepped back to the bathroom shutting the door. She yelled at me from inside to step out of her room as she wanted to dress. I rushed away.

After about 20 mins, I heard mom calling me. She was calling me from inside her bedroom. I stepped into her room slowly to avoid any embarrassment. My mom had finished wearing her saree. She was drying her hair in front of the mirror. She asked if I had something to talk to her. I was still guilty in mind about fondling her bra. I looked lost in my thoughts.

She walked up to me, held my chin and shook my head. She repeated, “is there something you have to talk to me ?” I had realized how pleasurable it was for a man to hold her bra in his hand and rub his fingers against it. That pleasure had made me blind for a while even when I was aware she was my mom. I didn’t want to give any more room for my thoughts about someone else lusting over her bra.  The very next second I didn’t hesitate “, said, “yes, I have to talk to you”.

My mom had finished drying her hair. She had tossed her wet towel on her bed. She was sitting in front of her dressing mirror. She asked me to talk. I was trying to frame my words. I was still trying to compose what I was going to say. She was in a hurry and seemed to be not paying much attention to what I was doing or what I was about to say. She slid the draw openly from her dressing table and took out her makeup kit.

I was fighting to concentrate on how I would convey what I felt. Mom took out her makeup sponge and started dabbing her round lovely face with lovely colors. I saw her apply makeup with great delectation. She then precisely used her eyeliner on her lovely wide eyes. I was amazed to see how satisfied she looked while she was doing this. She turned to me, she with probed me if I would even talk?

I was clueless by now as to what was happening inside my mind. I felt a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t feel my breath. I couldn’t think straight. I just replied to my mom to continue and finish her makeup. I assured her I will talk after she is done with it all. She frowned at me and threw a smile. She looked back at the mirror. She had grabbed her red lipstick. She popped open the lid and turned it all the way up. She made way for her wet tongue to split her heavenly lips and licked them once. She pouted her lips to apply a thick coat of lipstick.

I was sitting in the corner of the bed watching all this, unknowingly my hand had already reached out to the wet towel she had tossed on the bed. The dampness of the towel, the scene of my mom licking her lips were not usual to me. The feeling was completely new. I didn’t know if I was liking it, wanting it or hating it. But rest assured, I was firmly seated without moving an inch.

My mom had finished her make up by now, she was looking gorgeous. She had combed her silky hair. She stood up, she gently pushed her pallu sideways to adjust her grip on the saree. I saw mom’s tender belly with an ocean deep navel. I saw for the first time she sliding her hand pushing her belly fat tight and tucking in her saree pleats.

She was quick, she didn’t make it obvious as she knew I was watching her. But that fraction of a second was enough for me to lose my self-control. What came next was more shocking and unexpected. My mom held the end of her pallu and dropped it flat on the ground. I was sitting and watch my mom’s luscious mature body. My mind had lost all control.

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I was eyeing my mom’s breast only with a blouse now. I could see her huge breasts pushed against each other. Her breasts were captive inside her blouse begging for freedom. Her milky skin drove a jolt of current in my body. Her full sized breasts were held together with just 4 hooks on her blouse. Each hook was fortunate enough to rub against her breast as she breathed. She lifted that pallu from the ground and covered herself after adjusting her blouse.

The Sight drove me nuts. I had lost all consciousness. I was in a state of trance.

Mom had already finished her makeup and was completely dressed to work now. She pulled the wet towel of hers that I had grabbed in my hand. I sort of came back to my senses. Pervert thoughts were haunting me. I was still debating inside. Mom had already put the towel for dry on her balcony and was back. Mom gave me the last chance to speak. She warned me she was running late to work.

I was speechless. With all that I had witnessed, my mind was confused. I gathered courage, I told her, I wanted to talk something personal. She looked puzzled. She walked closer to me. She stood feet away and held my chin again. She asked me to speak up. I had bent my head with shame. She came even closer. She kissed me on my forehead and asked me to speak. While she kissed my forehead, my eyes were locked on her bosom inches away from my chest.

Her pull was loose, it gave me enough view of her mangal sutra hide in her cleavage. I saw her gorgeous deep slit forming the most beautiful cleavage. All this had made changes in me. I had become an animal from within. She moved back, our eyes were locked. My eyes were filled with tears. I sat on the bed. I held her hand and made her sit next to me. Moms eyes were wet. She was worried now. She asked me to talk.

I couldn’t keep it to myself now. I had to speak. I didn’t find words.

I shamefully bent my head again. But this time, my hand slowly rested on her shoulders. I twisted her shoulders gently indicating her to turn her back towards me. Mom followed my guidance without hesitation. Neither I nor she knew what was coming up our way. She was now sitting with her back facing to me.

I slowly lifted my head and saw her sitting cluelessly. I could see her broad back clad in a deep blouse. As I had expected both her straps were way too out from her blouse. I couldn’t resist, I slowly took my hands and rest them on her back. She hunched from surprise. I held her shoulders firm and slid my hands slowly down to find the straps. I slid my fingers in between the straps.

I pulled it hard and let it free at once.  It gave my mom a shock. She suddenly turned towards me. She was raging with anger. She was confused as to how she should react. She questioned me. She asked if that was what I wanted to say. I nodded a no. And with a very low voice responded that I didn’t like the way her bra straps were exposed.

Mom went speechless for a moment. She asked me if I was noticing it? I replied a yes.  She asked me why I didn’t tell her straight, instead touched her. I told her with a shivering voice that I don’t have the guts to tell her starlight. She frowned. She stood up, walked away from me to the corner of her bed. She stood there and locked her eyes with mine. She slowly sat down. Mom was now on the other corner of the bed facing her back to me again. I couldn’t see her face. She was not talking. I watched her sit still for a while. Her back was directly exposed to me. She sat as if she was posing for me. I was confused. I was shivering from guilt.

I stood up wanting to leave the room. I heard my moms voice. She with a very fumble voice asked me to be not shy. It was unclear for me. I asked her to repeat. She Still facing her back towards me, without looking my face said, “why didn’t you speak to me?, You could have told me without touching me”. I was fearing my mom. I asked her to look at me. She with her fumbling voice told me, I had not manned up to talk to her, instead felt comfortable touching her.

I was apologetic. I was repeatedly begging her pardon. She turned her face towards me and said,” Don’t worry, I will help make sure you stay happy. I am your mom if you don’t feel like talking its fine. But am glad you expressed. I will make sure you feel comfortable the way you want to express with me.” I was confused. She had turned her face away. I couldn’t see anything but her back now. There was a minute of silence. I could see her hands move slowly from her side. The next moment, pallu hanging from her back slowly started being pulled from the front.

I was trying to understand what was happening. By then, my mom’s voice muttered.. ” why don’t you help me with the straps?”. She told me”You can now express whatever you wanted to, the way you expressed before.” She had a broken voice. I was now well aware my mom would not give up until I go fix her straps. I walked to her side of the corner of the bed. I sat feet away from her.

This time with steady hands, I grabbed her purple bra strap and tried to push it beneath her blouse. As is tried more, my mom started hunching. I was not sure, what was going through her mind. I thought I was hurting her and I gave up trying to hide them. She asked me if I had fixed them? I replied a no with a broken heart. Mom replied, ” if you are so possessive about me, and you don’t want everyone to see my straps you should not stop so easily.”

I replied ” I have tried my best mom. I think I don’t know how to fix this, it just keeps popping out again and again in spite of me trying to push it under your blouse.” mom laughed at me. She said, ” don’t worry, if all you want from your mom is to not show the straps, I can help you with that.” I was puzzled. I waited to learn something from mom. I watched her.

She took both her hand behind her neck lifting her hair high. She then knotted her hair on top of her head. I was seeing my moms voluptuous upper back. She had already started sweating from her neck. Drops of sweat ran down her back and faded inside her blouse. The sight was heavenly. As I sat drooling over her back, I witnessed her hands move gently towards her chest. I wondered what she was doing. I watched her hands move in and out unhooking all the hooks and freeing her blouse.

She removed her blouse very cautiously. The sight of her removing it had rushed my blood to Brian. I was feeling uncomfortable sitting in the same position. I had to adjust my posture. I saw my mom sitting in front of me with her luscious beautiful body facing her back to me, only wearing a purple satin bra. I was now wanting to touch her.

Mom just helped me saying, ” why don’t you try now? Those straps should not bother you anymore. Go ahead, express your feelings now, push it away until you feel happy.” her voice was not normal, I could sense she was trying to tell me to express whatever I felt like with actions. This time I manned up. I slid my fingers between her straps and pulled it away from her back. I let it free so it could hurt her. The devil in me made me repeat it many times.

Though I let it free and it hit her hard, she didn’t utter a word. That gave me more courage. I was getting more expressive. I repeatedly pulled her elastic straps hurting her harder. I could hear nothing but little moans. I was sure that was not pain. The way she slowly swayed her body every time, I was affirmative she was enjoying it. I slid her straps slowly from her shoulders onto her arms. Mom was not even stopping me. I was energized.

The animal in me wanted to go further. I didn’t stop. I pulled those straps even below till her elbow. Mom slowly lifted her hands helped me to pull off those satin straps off her body. They were hanging in the air now. The only strap on her body was the main strap with hooks attached. I grabbed them, ran my fingers between them trying to feel the stiffness. It was tight. It felt like I was running my fingers in a microwave.

My fingers were feeling her body heat. I couldn’t take anymore. I started trying to unhook her bra. I struggled. She couldn’t hold her laugh. She started laughing loudly. I told mom” I have no experience, I am trying my best”. Mom replied, ” I am glad you have started talking. If you don’t have the experience, it’s ok to ask for help” she then took her hands behind her back and unhooked the 2 hooks on her bra. Mom then said ” now that I have shown you 2, go ahead, try on the last one. I had seen how easily she removed those hooks.

I had learned, I steadily unhooked her bra. Her strap just went loose hanging against her body. Just before her bra could fall free on her lap, she helps it from the front. She then said ” are all the straps out of your view as you like. ” I replied, ” yes, they are no more a concern now”. She then laughed and replied ” you should know if you push it so far, then I will have to hold my body parts in my hand” I knew what mom was saying. I didn’t hesitate to make my move.

Saying ” you don’t have to hold them at all” I slid my hands from around her back and gently placed my hands on her hands while she was holding her breasts. My face was now close to her neck. I could smell her body scent. She was trembling from within. The mixture of our body heat was too much for us to handle. She delicately pushed back her neck against my chest. I was welcomed. As I took my face to her neck, she bent it sidewards making way for my breath to linger around her neck.

She was breathing heavy. Both our hands were pushed up and down by her every breath. Every rise and fall of her breast made me drop a saliva on her sweaty neck. Mom let a heavy breath out. Her lower back was rubbing against my pant. I pressed my lower body on her back and planted a kiss on her neck. She couldn’t handle it, she let her hands free and held my thighs. I was now holding her satin bra rubbing it softly feeling her erect nipples. I fondled her breasts. I squeezed them gently and rubbed them against each other.

With every pump on her breasts, her mangal sutra jumped up and down between her cleavage making a tingling sound. Moms lips had dried up. She started biting her lips and licking them as I grabbed her breasts harder. Mom with her heavy moans said ” why don’t you go ahead and get it out of your way? Wasn’t this what you wanted” I replied ” no mom, this was not what I wanted.

I wanted to remove those straps from my view and I have done it” mom couldn’t control her emotions. She told me ” try removing it completely, you will feel more relaxed” I was afraid, I couldn’t man up anymore. I grabbed myself away from her and ran away from her room shutting the door front.

Mom was enjoying while I was caressing her. Although my hands never felt her bare breasts, I had a beautify experience of holding those gorgeous breasts that I had sucked on once upon a time. It was a heavenly feeling. I am sure I will not be able to stop it there. I still want to caress her bare breast, suck them and do more. Hopefully, someday, I might get a chance again. Thanks for reading my sex story.