Important Life Lessons from a Mother's Instruction
Let me tell you about my mom. She has a figure of 36-32-36, her complexion is fair, and she's quite homey. Our household consists of my mom, me, my sister, and dad. I'm 20 years old, while my sister is 19. My mom is 40, although she looks 30. My dad, who's 45, works at a travel agency.
Mom is very strict when it comes to studies and discipline. As a result, dad has to be away from home for 2-3 days a week for work. My sister is in her first year of college, and I'm in my second year. Since our college timings are different, my sister and I share a room. My parents have separate bedrooms.
During this time, I was learning a lot about sex from pornographic films and stories with my friends.
One day, while browsing my phone, I came across a category on YouTube dedicated to my mother's sex videos. I was thrilled and experiencing butterflies in my stomach. I became aroused just thinking about her. I stroked my erect penis, imagining my mom, and came for the first time. This experience had a profound effect on me.
The next day, my parents and sister left for work. I was still asleep. My mom came to our bedroom to clean. She asked me to study since I was sleeping late into the morning. I glanced at her as she removed the folds of her saree, revealing her cleavage and thighs. She also saw me looking at her and said, "Vishal!"
I was startled and afraid, as she'd caught me ogling at her. I got out of bed and followed her to the bathroom. Her clothes were revealing, and my thoughts drifted to her.
Mom: Why are you behaving strangely towards me?
I was scared but demanded a sign from her. I started staring at her breasts, rubbing her back playfully, teasing her, and touching her body while laughing. I even pretended to scare her from behind.
At night, I learned something shocking. My parents were having sex in their bedroom. Mom was riding on top of dad and moving in sync. She was bending down to allow him to suck on her breasts. Afterward, she got up and went to the bathroom while brushing her teeth. She didn't notice me in that moment.
The following morning, my mom came to clean our room again. This time, she opened the buttons on her maxi, exposing her ample cleavage. I began to appreciate her more.
Mom: Are you tired of looking at me?
I was startled but tried to mask my nerves.
Mom: Why don't you tell me what you saw last night?
I was afraid, so I lied and said I saw nothing and would not peek again. My mother came closer and hugged me, kissing my forehead. At that moment, I felt an electric current, which she also felt, and my penis grew erect.
Mom: Vishal, don't cry. I know you are of age, and you must be attracted to me. But don't act like this, my dear.
I told her that I would not look again. For the next few days, I avoided the bedroom, unsure of my mom's reaction.
One evening, my mom came into my room to clean and opened the buttons of her maxi. I couldn't help but look at her cleavage. It was different this time.
Mom: Aren't you tired of observing me?
I was nervous but decided to take a step further.
Me: No, I can't help but look at your gorgeous boobs. You have lovely breasts like Hollywood actors.
Mom: (holding my ear) Don't you feel ashamed, showing so much interest in an older woman?
Me: (looking away nervously) Mom, I'm sorry. I just find you so attractive.
Mom: Go ahead and describe what you saw.
I hesitated at first but ultimately confessed that I'd seen her having sex with dad. My mom became calm and held my hand, assuring me that I was older now and could think of her that way. I tried to obey, but my attraction persisted.
She reddened and tapped my cheek lightly. I fibbed to her, claiming I'd seen her multiple times. Then she pressed her hand against her lips and uttered, "Are you not embarrassed?"
It became clear that she was more comfortable with me now.
Me: Hey mom, there's something I'd like to discuss with you.
Mother stood up and remarked, "Vishu, what's this?"
Me: I believe you're unhappy with Dad. I've seen you in the bathroom, staying there for a while sometimes. Maybe you take care of yourself and then go to bed. I think Dad's not giving you the satisfaction you deserve now.
Her expression grew scared.
Me: Is it true or not?
Her eyes filled with moisture, and she quickly put her palm on my lips and muttered, "Vishu, do you think it's okay for a 45-year-old man to have the same capabilities as a younger one?"
Me: Mom, I have an idea to help you out.
She inquired, "Help? In what way?"
Me: I'd like you to be content, mom.
Mother: How can that be?
Me: If you desire, I can provide some physical assistance.
She chuckled and said, "Vishu, this is a personal matter between you and me."
I giggled and caressed her breasts. She felt content after a long time, as she'd been waiting for someone to touch her boobs for so long.
To be continued...
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