Mom Fucking

Hi friends!! This is my first story for you. This incident happened in my life a couple of months ago. My name is Amit and I am a FYJC student. I have a good friend circle and I am exceptionally well placed with the girls of my college. My age is 17 and I stand 5’10”, approximately 145lbs and have a well toned body, thanks to my regular workout. We are a family of 5 consisting of my younger twin sisters, my parents, and me. My father is around 47, sales executive and the major portion of his life is on wheels traveling from one place to another.

Mom is around 36 and is a school teacher so she has an 8 to 3 routine life. My sisters are 7 years younger to me. Mom and I get back home around the same time. We take lunch together and then we part off with our works. My evenings are spent with my friends and I keep up with them till late. I had not been too lucky with girls as the only fortune that had come my way till this incident was an after dinner lip-to-lip kiss and gentle breast cuddle with my girlfriend.

At night my dreams are haunted by the thoughts of getting naughty with girls at times they are my cousins or even my mom. I feel guilty but I could not help it. It was somewhere there in my mind and I was unable to throw it out. I would generally end up jacking off in middle of night thinking of nude woman playing with me. With age was growing my lust for sex. Every morning I was a little more horny. From one time a day, I started jacking off twice sometimes even thrice a day. I would never miss a chance to see some sexy item number on a music channel and even that was enough for me to jack off. I had only one thing in my mind now “How to have sex?” Can not have gone to whore, my girlfriend was not ready to participate in my sex game. All this was adding to my desperation for sex.

I was now starving for sex and all this led to the escalation of my fascination for my mom. As told to you earlier guys my mom is 36 her name is Anamika. She measures 5’5” barefoot and has a slender figure of 37-29-38, a typical Indian woman type profound butt. Her beautiful long hair perfectly matches the length of her even more beautiful back. Her bosoms are medium large in size always fighting hard for their freedom from the glamorous lingerie she wears. She has maintained her dimensions superbly well. When she is at home she is in a dressing robe and normally wears her lingerie inside. Outsides she is clad in sari or chudidar with short kurties, she prefers wearing kurties at the school and likes to be in sari when she is at some evening get-togethers or a party. I like to see her in sari for a simple reason that sari brings out her figure more and in addition looks more juicy than those covered all kurties. The collection of her low cut blouse with string backs is toxic. When she is clad in a sari with a low cut blouse she looks immortal. The naval button on her almost flat tummy looks great. She wears her sari just below her naval button so they are easily visible.

The low cut blouse, it seems is more for revealing than to conceal. The “WONDER BRA” she wears keeps pushing her mounds to shoot out of her blouse. At times I have noticed that the darker parts of her breast surrounding the nipples are slightly above the border of her already too low neckline blouse. Thanks to those high heels Ana (My mom’s nick name) wears; every step she takes gives metrical movement to her butts. Her butt sways in rhythm as she walks. In her dressing robe although she is covered all over, her curves are prominent. The pressure exerted by her assets on the thin material makes it easy for any one to imagine, rather ascertain her shape and size. In one word she is “HOT”.
It was early June; summer had just started to heat things up. Although the weather was never very hot or humid here, but the temperature was rising every day.

At evenings Ana would take a bath, put on her skimpy robe and would get busy with her kid daughters. By 8 the kids found there place on bed and Ana would normally get busy with her magazines or books. With my increasing desperation I was getting away from my friends I wanted to be alone with my desire, my dreams, and dirty fantasies. I started returning home early. My dad generally got back home around 9 and we had our dinner together at about 10 every night. It happened one day that my dad called home and informed us that he will be late for dinner and so we should not wait for him at the dinner. As usual, my sisters went to bed by 8 and Ana got to her books. I was in my room lying on my bed restlessly. I was thinking about the beauty and the sex appeal in Ana when suddenly Ana called me for dinner. I walked to the dining space thinking about my helplessness to fulfill my desire.

Ana was preparing the dinner table; every time she bent to place something on the table her robe would part and give me ample opportunity to watch her milk pots.