Mother’s Love: The hands that held me – Part 2

The first glimpse- The impact

This is the second part of the slow burn series, which made a great impact on my mind. This fuelled the fire that was burning inside me. As days went past, the visuals of my mom kept running through my mind. It was such a distraction for me, and it was tough to control the reaction inside my shorts.

Every night, I used to play the images in my mind, which gave a different kind of blood rush in my body. During weekends, I could feel the frustration my mom, Anita, felt due to the underperformance of my father, Pradeep, in bed.

The way she talked, which I eagerly listened to by placing my ears against the walls of their room. It had a common wall with my room. Nowadays, I have started to notice my mom more at home. The way her ample breasts jiggled inside the nighty when she did housework.

Also, the way her round butts swayed left and right when she walked. It’s a sight to behold, making my heart skip a beat. Not to miss the erect nipples poking through her nighty during early morning hours.

I used to feel really lucky if her nighty were light colours like yellow, pink, etc., with no patterns. It showed off a good amount of her voluptuous, juicy body shape. Even when seeing erotic views of my mother, I never thought anything further on or in an explicit way.

In that age, getting to see a woman’s body up close was more than anything. I was content watching these whenever I got a chance. But things changed after a few months. It was a warm summer evening. Mom was doing some household chores.

I could see her get worked up. She was wearing a saree, and during the work her pallu came to the middle of the blouse. Exposing her deep neck blouse. The top part of her fair breasts peeping out of her blouse like two round buns, as she was not wearing a bra.

This gave me an instant hard-on. I was sitting in the dining room with my hand on my shorts and watching her work around. As she wore the saree, below the navel, one could see the single fold of her fleshy hips, making it look so erotic, like in movies.

I could see sweat building up on her as if small pearls on her arms, face, hips and neck. The smell of her body mixed with the sweat created a unique aroma. It made me feel different every time she walked past me. And at that time, I never could understand how this was making an impact on my body.

Then she came close to me and pinched my cheeks. She said she was tired and wanted to have a shower and go out with her friend somewhere. I could hear the sounds of water falling off her body in the bath, and was imagining her in my mind.

After some time, I felt a bit of guilt and wanted to divert my mind. We had a mango tree inside our compound, and I climbed up to pluck some raw mangoes. As I was moving from one branch to another, I was awestruck by what I saw. The view from that branch showed the top of my parents’ bedroom window.

As the top window was open, I could see her well through the horizontal metal grill. She had just walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. My eyes were fixed on her. And my jaw dropped the moment she removed her towel and flung it on the bed.

“Oh my god!” was my expression in my mind seeing a naked female body live. It gave me an instant hard-on. It was like god took a lot of time sculpting her well-shaped body. How did I miss this view? was my thought. All these years, I have been climbing the same tree so many times.

Her breasts seemed firm, even with their big size and not much sag. The well-shaped breasts were moving like jelly as she moved. The light brown nipple seemed semi-erect with a large dark brown areola. My heart started to beat faster as I started to move my gaze downwards.

My hands were trembling as I was holding the branch and trying to focus between her legs. Her mound looked bulged with no pubic hair, so smooth, just by the look of it. I presumed she must have shaved during her shower. She slowly started to move and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

She poured it into her palm. Then she started to rub her palms together and rubbed them on her neck and arms. Then she applied them to her breasts. It felt as if she squeezed them in her palms, and I could see her nipples getting erect.
At this point, I was really hard.

My dick was struggling and poking inside my shorts. I was shaken from the trance for a second. I wondered what if she caught me looking? Will she beat me? Or inform dad? All those things started to run through my mind.

But the views of her lifting one leg and placing it on the bed and rubbing the lotion, overrode my thoughts. And I continued to relish watching her naked body. I wished I could masturbate while watching her. But I was scared as the neighbours could easily see me perched on the branch.

I tried to press my hard-on with my hand and could feel blood rushing through my veins. At that moment, my mind didn’t care about getting caught or punished, but focused on watching her sexy body. Her milky body started to glisten with the body lotion.

She applied lotion all over her body. Then took off her pants and bent down and stepped into them. Her breasts were dangling in the air as she slowly pulled up the panties. It was as if she were putting on a show for me. It was such a hot sight to see her round, firm butt cheeks exposed out of her pink lace panties.

The fabric slipped into her butt crack. And at that moment, I could realise what my father used to slap her during the intimate time with her. Then she lifted her bra, put it on, and began to get dressed. I was at my peak, feeling fluids releasing from my body, making my hard-on itch.

As I got down from the tree and was about to go into my room. Mom came out of her room and stopped me. I was already feeling red, and my heart was beating faster. I tried my best to hide the tent in my shorts with my hands.

Then she said she was going out and would be back home to make dinner in a few hours. The moment she left, I bolted the door and ran into my room. I dropped my shorts and just held my hard on and moved a bit and closed my eyes to visualise her naked body.

Instantly, it was like a fountain spraying on the floor. It was the first time I felt this kind of intense feeling seeing her naked body. And these scenes were played on my mind every time I showered and every night before going to bed.

From that day onwards, I started to pay more attention whenever the window was not fully closed. To climb onto the tree for any free show. And if at all I get caught, I should act innocent and make it look accidental.

Many months passed with at least half a dozen views of her dressing/undressing that fuelled my masturbation nights.

The next part will be – The Affair -The stimulus. In this episode, I will share the experience of seeing her have an affair with the neighbour. The impact it caused in my mind made me start looking at her from a different angle.

I would appreciate feedback and thoughts on my experience. These are bits and pieces of emotions felt during that phase of a couple of years.

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