rajababu777
14-10-2009, 12:07 AM
My name, for the purposes of this story, is Shatru. I was born in India but soon after my birth my parents moved to United States. At 24 I was single and not dating. It's not that I didn't want feminine companionship I did want it badly but somehow I failed to meet a girl of my dreams. I was not a virgin but some of my unsatisfying sexual encounters had been either with prostitutes or lonely women I picked up in bars when I was drunk.
A year ago I started living separately from my parents. I left my parents because I stopped agreeing with them on many life issues and religion was one of them. I had no interest in any religion at all. My paternal grandparents were followers of Swami-Narayan. My maternal grandparents were worshippers of Aurobindo and his female disciple who they claim to be the most recent avatara of Durga Devi. So, I am considered an Aurobindo Swami-Narayana mix. Wasn't that Weird!!!
My anger toward religion grew when I was forced to go to visit a so-called swami in North Carolina when I was twelve. He was a nutcase. He talked about how "praying God" was the answer to everything. Yes, true. But he never showed us who God is. Later, he taught us a Ganesa prayer. He asked us all to memorize it. With my memorization skill back then, I memorized the prayer only partially. The next day he randomly chose each student to chant this verse. I was chosen and I chanted the verse wrong. The swami started insulting me. I just said, 'shut up' and moved away. My parents made me realize that what I did was rude. All I could say was that the swami shouldn't have insulted me. They apologized to the swami and requested him to talk to me personally. I was in so much ire, that the next time, I was not willing to go with my parents. I saw the swami again anyhow, but I didn't let him know I was there. I didn't care if he realized me or not. He left America the next day. One month later, he was arrested for child abuse. Krishna's mercy!!
My next meeting with religion took after a long time. One day I received a phone call from my mother Sandhya. My mother is actually my aunt (my real mom's younger sister) who married my father after my mother's death. This happened when I was four. She had a girl from my father of her own. Although she was sort of step mom for me yet I always called her Mama. We were very close and often hugged each other very much.
Anyhow mama told me that she wanted to visit some temples and shrines in India. My dad was over occupied in his business and my sister in her studies; therefore, she wanted me to accompany her. When I heard about temples and shrines I kept silent for a while. Realizing my reluctance she told me jokingly that she could search a suitable bride for me there too. She told me that she had already prepared a list of marriageable girls among her side of relatives in India. I visited India twice, once when I was four at my father remarriage and once when I was ten. I don't remember much from my first visit but I remember my second visit well. I felt like a visitor on an alien planet, a place where sounds and sights, tastes and odors, were dialed up to an unbearable volume.
I told Mama that I had no interest in either India or anything Indian whether living or non-living but for her sake I would accompany her to India.
Just before planning a trip to India I met Mama. I intentionally went to meet her when Dad was not around. To my surprise Mama met me in her night dress. It was not very revealing but still it made her body lines prominent. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. I had always thought of her as old, but that day I realized that she was only 40 or 41 and that was not very old. She was attractive in a Mom-ish sort of way, that is. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way.
We discussed our trip to India and it was decided that I would book tickets for first available flight. After spending about an hour I realized that it was time dad usually comes home, so I begged for leave. As I walked toward the door Mama stepped toward me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.
"You know I love you very much, Shatru," she said, her cheek pressed against my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you too, Mama," I said, a little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could feel the heat of her body washing over my dick.
Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my penis stiffeIt quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of her stomach. She didn't react, however, and I guessed that she simply didn't notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to make me harder.
Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She stood up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my penis brush over her pubes. It swelled with the contact, and I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.
"I'd better let you go, or you're going to be late," she said with a smile.
She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I almost ran through the door and let it slam shut behind me. It dawned to me that day that I am attracted to mature women rather than young girls.
One week after my meeting with my mother (Or step-mom or aunt) she and I were landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport, Delhi. We made it to India unannounced so there was no one to receive us. As a matter of fact my mother wanted to visit some temples first and then had plans to meet some relatives. We hired a rented car straight away for a town that had an Aurobindo temple. The driver of a white Ambassador car tossed our bags into the trunk and started the car.
"Welcome to India, sir. Is she your wife?"
"No, she's my mother."
"Sorry, she doesn't look that old sir."
Mama giggled; neither of us was sure whether the driver's motivation was flattery or innocence. But it was an encouraging start to a visit we had planned with anticipation and anxiety.
As we started our journey toward the place where we want to go, we passed through the dwindling of the city and a lot of never-visited towns. We traveled for almost six hours to reach our destination.
After reaching there it dawned to me that I was actually in India. The town was full of chaos and noise and features the usual hustle and bustle of most Indian towns, there was hassle from rickshaw drivers and salesmen and beggars and just about everyone else, but I was amongst the Indians and experiencing actual Indian culture. As we moved through the congested streets in search of a hotel for the night, I said to Mama, 'It's doesn't look very nice here'. She replied by saying, 'Just because a woman isn't beautiful, it doesn't mean that she hasn't got other qualities' I agreed by saying 'indeed first impressions can be so deceptive sometimes.'
We finally booked a room in a hotel. We asked for two single beds in our room but hotel had only double beds available in their room. This meant Mama and I have to share the bed. We got up to the room, tossed our baggage to the floor and I instinctively went towards the bed. I sat down on the bed and declared that it seemed pretty comfortable. Mama exchanged a rather strange glance with me as she was heading to the bathroom to put some stuff in there. From her look I lead myself to believe that it was sort of saying, "Well, here we are in a hotel room and we were going to sleep in the same bed."
After sunset, we attended a worship ceremony. Hundreds of worshippers were gathered at the steps of a bathing place beneath an almost full moon, and there was chanting, singing, bell ringing, drumming, incenses and priests who swung burning torches. It looked as though the dark flowing body of water was on fire. I kept asking myself why people believe in God. In Brhadaranyaka Upanishad, Yajnavalkya is questioned by his students on the nature of God. He states, "It is not this and it is not that" (neti, neti). Thus, God is not real as we are real nor is He unreal. He is not living in the sense humans live, nor is he dead. He is not compassionate (as we use the term), nor is he uncompassionate. And so on. We can never truly define God in words. All we can do is say, it isn't this, but also, it isn't that either.
Back to hotel we ate our dinner. As we entered our room Mama said she was tired and was going to go into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. I sat in the chair looking at TV but actually thinking of Mama getting undressed in the bathroom and getting ready to go to bed with me, her son. She came out of the bathroom wearing a pink nightgown. I guess I was staring a little too hard at her.
"What are you staring at, Shatru?" she asked.
"I, uh... well can't a stare at a good looking woman?"
"Oh, you" She laughed. "Are you coming to bed?" She realized what she had said and laughed.
There was definitely something in the air.
As I went into the bathroom to wash up, I realized that I had an erection. How was I going to walk out nonchalantly and face my mother with this erection? It took me awhile to get my erection down, at least a little bit. I opened the door and it was a big relief to see that the lights were out. I made my way to the bed and slipped beneath the covers.
My Mother slid her hand beneath the covers towards me seeking out my hand. I grasped her fingers and held them tightly. I moved my body closer to her. She squeezed my hand back. We held each other in a long, hard embrace. I slipped my leg between her legs and hugged her tightly. She pushed me back a bit. She laughed.
"Remember young man I am your very own Mama."
This led me to withdraw myself back.
"Goodnight Mama lets go to sleep."
That night, I lay in the bed with nasty thoughts running through my mind. As I lay on my back and thought of my beautiful Mama lying close to me my prick became erect and made a tent under the sheet. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time.
I slowly slid my hand under the covers to grasp my swollen manhood. As I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke slowly and quietly, I imagined what Mama would look like kneeling in front of me, looking up at me, her mouth open to accept my penis. My arousal had overcome my shame at my incestuous thoughts, and my hand built speed and increased the pressure on my dick. I knew I was about to come, and I didn't want to come on sheets. I listened for any sign of movement in my Mama. My blood was pounding in my ears, and my chest was heaving as I tried to gulp air as quietly as I could; I strained to pick out any sign that I'd been caught. When I heard none, I quietly padded on bare feet toward the bathroom.
There I completed the task half done. With a rush of pleasure and a stifled groan, I came. Spurt after spurt coursed through my penis and landed on bare floor. With one final thrust of my hips, the spurting dwindled to a trickling and I relaxed my tensed leg and back muscles.
I was ashamed of the way I felt. But secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having sex with Mama. I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just that, fantasies. Mama would never have sex with me. It would be wrong. Wouldn't it?
Although...
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The next day I woke late.
"Morning, sweaty," Mama said quietly, and smiled. I just nodded, returning the smile. "Did you get back to sleep okay last night?"
I nodded again. A look at her brought back the memories of last night. I felt my cock moving.
"You okay?" she asked, concern at my lack of speech tingeing her voice.
I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, but I simply didn't know what to do.
"Just don't feel like talking this morning?" she asked with a touch of amused sympathy.
I shook my head.
"You know what you want for breakfast?" She asked still looking at me.
Talking about breakfast, I realized how hungry I was. Additionally, the thought of breakfast banished all thoughts of sex from my head, and my erection shrank. I rolled over and got up from the bed. While my my penis was no longer fully erect, it was still semi-hard. As I looked at Mama she was staring at my penis! When I tried to hide it by one of my hands, however, she quickly looked away.
After spending sometime in the local bazaar buying some flowers and other things for 'puja' we went to the temple of Goddess Durga. In the courtyard of the temple wailing infants were getting their heads shaved with straight razors. Once shorn, the hair was offered to the goddess and red swastikas were painted on their bare scalps.
The temple looked drab from the outside, but the inner courtyards teemed with devotees and colorful worship activities. Incense in the air was so thick it muted the beating of ritual drums and strains of a harmonium. A man led us to the inner sanctum. Mother pressed her head to the ornate silver altar – upon which an image of the goddess Durga danced – and prayed. After archana we sat at a corner in the temple and I noticed that pallu of my mama's sari was slightly off from her big boobs. I could clearly see the two big boobs and started feeling horny, my dick was erecting because I never saw my mom like that.
An eerie-looking, bearded, half-naked priest seemed pretty excited to Hinduism. He would run to Durga Devi and say, "Mata Di!! Matadi! Matadi! Matadi!!" It was funny, but I thought, "Okay... a Sadhu. Whatever." He offered food to Krishna, as I saw him do. Poor guy offering food to Krishna (the almighty), I bet Krishna would help him out. I was thinking, "Maybe a quiet person." But at night, I saw him smoke marijuana. Damn! He makes cigarette smokers look bad! He was smoking a lot and when he came in, he smelled like pot. I knew, because I remember the smell here and high school. Even though it isn't right to say this, but I feel that most local Hindu temples have corruption, no matter what!
Just after visiting one shrine my Mama decided to go to an ancient hilltop temple. Although it meant walking a lot on a narrow path in the jungle, I agreed. As we moved to the trail leading towards the temple I realized that we were alone in our quest. As we moved deeper I also realized that the skies were getting dark and the wind was whipping up. Just when we were ascending the steep hill, fat raindrops began pouring. Soon it was raining steadily. It was very dark despite the fact it was not yet evening. We waited for a few minutes under a tree to see if it would slack off, but it didn't. Finally, we decided to go ahead and run for the temple or a shelter. We had to move carefully on a slippery path as the rain was beating down on our unprotected bodies.
My mother pointed her finger towards a cave. The cave could not be seen from the air as the edge of the plateau extended beyond the opening. Cliffs on either side also meant the cave was well hidden from view from any vantage point except almost directly in front of it. None of us was sure whether that was where the temple was but anyhow it could be a shelter for us from the rain.
A narrow path was leading to it. Mother started walking in front of me; I could see her round and heavy buttocks swinging in circular jerks. Her sari was damp and revealing her body lines. 'Nice Butt' I thought.
My mother entered the cave followed by me. As soon as I was inside I felt my cock stiffening. I often get an erection when I see something new and spectacular but that day I was tempted to reach out and grab ass of my Mama and run my hands all over her sexy body.
The cave spiraled inwards, with lots of twists and turns. The tunnel was narrow, yet it was fairly easy going, as the ceiling was almost always high enough to allow us to walk up straight. The tunnel sloped gently downwards, taking us deep into the earth. After a few minutes of walk the tunnel started to widen into a large space, at least 50 feet across and 20 feet high. It was not a mere cave, but a sculptured temple. And, a wide stone altar was carved out on the floor-center.
After making sure that there was no one apart from us, I started taking my wet dress off. Mama, still dripping, stepped in after me. As I turned to look at her I saw that she had let her we sari fall across her chest so that her tightly bound breasts were apparent through the blouse. The top button of her blouse was open and I could clearly see the soft d'colletage.
I was vigorously jerking my head to get water off my hair. In one such movement of my head I saw Mama threw her hair forward over her head and bent at the waist to dry it. She had been facing away from me when she bent over, and dim light of the cave, I could make out not only her ass but also what was inside. She ran her hands over her hair as I stared at her. With a wave of near panic, I realized that my penis that was gone limp only moments ago was quickly becoming erect again. With a strangled squeak, I dropped my hands in front to cover my nearly erect dick. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Mama standing up with a quizzical expression. I was once again overcome with a feeling of embarrassment mixed with exhilaration.
"Are you okay?" she asked,
I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, but I simply didn't know what to do. In the end, her gentle voice came to my rescue.
"You got an erection, didn't you," she said in the same tone that she might've used to say "You resemble a lot to your father."
I didn't respond for several moments, and she let the silence draw out. Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious, especially since she'd put it out in the open so plainly. I felt my neck and face heat further and nodded jerkily.
"You can put your hands down, honey." she said gently and started smiling mildly. "I've seen an erection before,"
I reluctantly complied. I slowly turned toward her.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth. "God, you're hard, Shatru! So very hard" I realized that she was almost laughing.
I turned six shades of red. I hung my head in shame, not daring to look at her.
"Shatru," she said, her voice brooking no objection, "look at me."
I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"Shatru." The one word was tantamount to an order.
When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she was neither embarrassed nor surprised. In fact, she seemed completely at ease.
"I guess it's too late to have a birds and bees conversation with you," she said, smiling ruefully. "Way too late," she said softly, as if to herself.
I didn't answer, ashamed of my reaction.
"Shatru?" I nodded jerkily. I could see her gaze linger on my penis. Nervously, she licked her lips. "Shatru, look at me." I didn't move. "Look at me, please." I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers. "Why are you so... aroused?" she asked smiling.
"After seeing a beautiful woman half naked ... What else should have happened? I tried to smile back.
"You really think I'm beautiful." She asked jokingly.
Before I could answer she laughed openly and embraced me. Her firm heavy breasts pressed against my wide chest. Before she could make a mockery of me I planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. She was suddenly quiet.
Our sexual tension had been building so much that it was like a weight lifted of our shoulder the moment we allowed our desires and fantasies to take control. Letting go of our mundane thoughts and social restrictions, filling the void with nothing but thoughts of sexual gratification. I found myself humping into her before I could stop myself.
A year ago I started living separately from my parents. I left my parents because I stopped agreeing with them on many life issues and religion was one of them. I had no interest in any religion at all. My paternal grandparents were followers of Swami-Narayan. My maternal grandparents were worshippers of Aurobindo and his female disciple who they claim to be the most recent avatara of Durga Devi. So, I am considered an Aurobindo Swami-Narayana mix. Wasn't that Weird!!!
My anger toward religion grew when I was forced to go to visit a so-called swami in North Carolina when I was twelve. He was a nutcase. He talked about how "praying God" was the answer to everything. Yes, true. But he never showed us who God is. Later, he taught us a Ganesa prayer. He asked us all to memorize it. With my memorization skill back then, I memorized the prayer only partially. The next day he randomly chose each student to chant this verse. I was chosen and I chanted the verse wrong. The swami started insulting me. I just said, 'shut up' and moved away. My parents made me realize that what I did was rude. All I could say was that the swami shouldn't have insulted me. They apologized to the swami and requested him to talk to me personally. I was in so much ire, that the next time, I was not willing to go with my parents. I saw the swami again anyhow, but I didn't let him know I was there. I didn't care if he realized me or not. He left America the next day. One month later, he was arrested for child abuse. Krishna's mercy!!
My next meeting with religion took after a long time. One day I received a phone call from my mother Sandhya. My mother is actually my aunt (my real mom's younger sister) who married my father after my mother's death. This happened when I was four. She had a girl from my father of her own. Although she was sort of step mom for me yet I always called her Mama. We were very close and often hugged each other very much.
Anyhow mama told me that she wanted to visit some temples and shrines in India. My dad was over occupied in his business and my sister in her studies; therefore, she wanted me to accompany her. When I heard about temples and shrines I kept silent for a while. Realizing my reluctance she told me jokingly that she could search a suitable bride for me there too. She told me that she had already prepared a list of marriageable girls among her side of relatives in India. I visited India twice, once when I was four at my father remarriage and once when I was ten. I don't remember much from my first visit but I remember my second visit well. I felt like a visitor on an alien planet, a place where sounds and sights, tastes and odors, were dialed up to an unbearable volume.
I told Mama that I had no interest in either India or anything Indian whether living or non-living but for her sake I would accompany her to India.
Just before planning a trip to India I met Mama. I intentionally went to meet her when Dad was not around. To my surprise Mama met me in her night dress. It was not very revealing but still it made her body lines prominent. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. I had always thought of her as old, but that day I realized that she was only 40 or 41 and that was not very old. She was attractive in a Mom-ish sort of way, that is. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way.
We discussed our trip to India and it was decided that I would book tickets for first available flight. After spending about an hour I realized that it was time dad usually comes home, so I begged for leave. As I walked toward the door Mama stepped toward me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.
"You know I love you very much, Shatru," she said, her cheek pressed against my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you too, Mama," I said, a little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could feel the heat of her body washing over my dick.
Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my penis stiffeIt quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of her stomach. She didn't react, however, and I guessed that she simply didn't notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to make me harder.
Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She stood up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my penis brush over her pubes. It swelled with the contact, and I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.
"I'd better let you go, or you're going to be late," she said with a smile.
She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I almost ran through the door and let it slam shut behind me. It dawned to me that day that I am attracted to mature women rather than young girls.
One week after my meeting with my mother (Or step-mom or aunt) she and I were landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport, Delhi. We made it to India unannounced so there was no one to receive us. As a matter of fact my mother wanted to visit some temples first and then had plans to meet some relatives. We hired a rented car straight away for a town that had an Aurobindo temple. The driver of a white Ambassador car tossed our bags into the trunk and started the car.
"Welcome to India, sir. Is she your wife?"
"No, she's my mother."
"Sorry, she doesn't look that old sir."
Mama giggled; neither of us was sure whether the driver's motivation was flattery or innocence. But it was an encouraging start to a visit we had planned with anticipation and anxiety.
As we started our journey toward the place where we want to go, we passed through the dwindling of the city and a lot of never-visited towns. We traveled for almost six hours to reach our destination.
After reaching there it dawned to me that I was actually in India. The town was full of chaos and noise and features the usual hustle and bustle of most Indian towns, there was hassle from rickshaw drivers and salesmen and beggars and just about everyone else, but I was amongst the Indians and experiencing actual Indian culture. As we moved through the congested streets in search of a hotel for the night, I said to Mama, 'It's doesn't look very nice here'. She replied by saying, 'Just because a woman isn't beautiful, it doesn't mean that she hasn't got other qualities' I agreed by saying 'indeed first impressions can be so deceptive sometimes.'
We finally booked a room in a hotel. We asked for two single beds in our room but hotel had only double beds available in their room. This meant Mama and I have to share the bed. We got up to the room, tossed our baggage to the floor and I instinctively went towards the bed. I sat down on the bed and declared that it seemed pretty comfortable. Mama exchanged a rather strange glance with me as she was heading to the bathroom to put some stuff in there. From her look I lead myself to believe that it was sort of saying, "Well, here we are in a hotel room and we were going to sleep in the same bed."
After sunset, we attended a worship ceremony. Hundreds of worshippers were gathered at the steps of a bathing place beneath an almost full moon, and there was chanting, singing, bell ringing, drumming, incenses and priests who swung burning torches. It looked as though the dark flowing body of water was on fire. I kept asking myself why people believe in God. In Brhadaranyaka Upanishad, Yajnavalkya is questioned by his students on the nature of God. He states, "It is not this and it is not that" (neti, neti). Thus, God is not real as we are real nor is He unreal. He is not living in the sense humans live, nor is he dead. He is not compassionate (as we use the term), nor is he uncompassionate. And so on. We can never truly define God in words. All we can do is say, it isn't this, but also, it isn't that either.
Back to hotel we ate our dinner. As we entered our room Mama said she was tired and was going to go into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. I sat in the chair looking at TV but actually thinking of Mama getting undressed in the bathroom and getting ready to go to bed with me, her son. She came out of the bathroom wearing a pink nightgown. I guess I was staring a little too hard at her.
"What are you staring at, Shatru?" she asked.
"I, uh... well can't a stare at a good looking woman?"
"Oh, you" She laughed. "Are you coming to bed?" She realized what she had said and laughed.
There was definitely something in the air.
As I went into the bathroom to wash up, I realized that I had an erection. How was I going to walk out nonchalantly and face my mother with this erection? It took me awhile to get my erection down, at least a little bit. I opened the door and it was a big relief to see that the lights were out. I made my way to the bed and slipped beneath the covers.
My Mother slid her hand beneath the covers towards me seeking out my hand. I grasped her fingers and held them tightly. I moved my body closer to her. She squeezed my hand back. We held each other in a long, hard embrace. I slipped my leg between her legs and hugged her tightly. She pushed me back a bit. She laughed.
"Remember young man I am your very own Mama."
This led me to withdraw myself back.
"Goodnight Mama lets go to sleep."
That night, I lay in the bed with nasty thoughts running through my mind. As I lay on my back and thought of my beautiful Mama lying close to me my prick became erect and made a tent under the sheet. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time.
I slowly slid my hand under the covers to grasp my swollen manhood. As I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke slowly and quietly, I imagined what Mama would look like kneeling in front of me, looking up at me, her mouth open to accept my penis. My arousal had overcome my shame at my incestuous thoughts, and my hand built speed and increased the pressure on my dick. I knew I was about to come, and I didn't want to come on sheets. I listened for any sign of movement in my Mama. My blood was pounding in my ears, and my chest was heaving as I tried to gulp air as quietly as I could; I strained to pick out any sign that I'd been caught. When I heard none, I quietly padded on bare feet toward the bathroom.
There I completed the task half done. With a rush of pleasure and a stifled groan, I came. Spurt after spurt coursed through my penis and landed on bare floor. With one final thrust of my hips, the spurting dwindled to a trickling and I relaxed my tensed leg and back muscles.
I was ashamed of the way I felt. But secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having sex with Mama. I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just that, fantasies. Mama would never have sex with me. It would be wrong. Wouldn't it?
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The next day I woke late.
"Morning, sweaty," Mama said quietly, and smiled. I just nodded, returning the smile. "Did you get back to sleep okay last night?"
I nodded again. A look at her brought back the memories of last night. I felt my cock moving.
"You okay?" she asked, concern at my lack of speech tingeing her voice.
I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, but I simply didn't know what to do.
"Just don't feel like talking this morning?" she asked with a touch of amused sympathy.
I shook my head.
"You know what you want for breakfast?" She asked still looking at me.
Talking about breakfast, I realized how hungry I was. Additionally, the thought of breakfast banished all thoughts of sex from my head, and my erection shrank. I rolled over and got up from the bed. While my my penis was no longer fully erect, it was still semi-hard. As I looked at Mama she was staring at my penis! When I tried to hide it by one of my hands, however, she quickly looked away.
After spending sometime in the local bazaar buying some flowers and other things for 'puja' we went to the temple of Goddess Durga. In the courtyard of the temple wailing infants were getting their heads shaved with straight razors. Once shorn, the hair was offered to the goddess and red swastikas were painted on their bare scalps.
The temple looked drab from the outside, but the inner courtyards teemed with devotees and colorful worship activities. Incense in the air was so thick it muted the beating of ritual drums and strains of a harmonium. A man led us to the inner sanctum. Mother pressed her head to the ornate silver altar – upon which an image of the goddess Durga danced – and prayed. After archana we sat at a corner in the temple and I noticed that pallu of my mama's sari was slightly off from her big boobs. I could clearly see the two big boobs and started feeling horny, my dick was erecting because I never saw my mom like that.
An eerie-looking, bearded, half-naked priest seemed pretty excited to Hinduism. He would run to Durga Devi and say, "Mata Di!! Matadi! Matadi! Matadi!!" It was funny, but I thought, "Okay... a Sadhu. Whatever." He offered food to Krishna, as I saw him do. Poor guy offering food to Krishna (the almighty), I bet Krishna would help him out. I was thinking, "Maybe a quiet person." But at night, I saw him smoke marijuana. Damn! He makes cigarette smokers look bad! He was smoking a lot and when he came in, he smelled like pot. I knew, because I remember the smell here and high school. Even though it isn't right to say this, but I feel that most local Hindu temples have corruption, no matter what!
Just after visiting one shrine my Mama decided to go to an ancient hilltop temple. Although it meant walking a lot on a narrow path in the jungle, I agreed. As we moved to the trail leading towards the temple I realized that we were alone in our quest. As we moved deeper I also realized that the skies were getting dark and the wind was whipping up. Just when we were ascending the steep hill, fat raindrops began pouring. Soon it was raining steadily. It was very dark despite the fact it was not yet evening. We waited for a few minutes under a tree to see if it would slack off, but it didn't. Finally, we decided to go ahead and run for the temple or a shelter. We had to move carefully on a slippery path as the rain was beating down on our unprotected bodies.
My mother pointed her finger towards a cave. The cave could not be seen from the air as the edge of the plateau extended beyond the opening. Cliffs on either side also meant the cave was well hidden from view from any vantage point except almost directly in front of it. None of us was sure whether that was where the temple was but anyhow it could be a shelter for us from the rain.
A narrow path was leading to it. Mother started walking in front of me; I could see her round and heavy buttocks swinging in circular jerks. Her sari was damp and revealing her body lines. 'Nice Butt' I thought.
My mother entered the cave followed by me. As soon as I was inside I felt my cock stiffening. I often get an erection when I see something new and spectacular but that day I was tempted to reach out and grab ass of my Mama and run my hands all over her sexy body.
The cave spiraled inwards, with lots of twists and turns. The tunnel was narrow, yet it was fairly easy going, as the ceiling was almost always high enough to allow us to walk up straight. The tunnel sloped gently downwards, taking us deep into the earth. After a few minutes of walk the tunnel started to widen into a large space, at least 50 feet across and 20 feet high. It was not a mere cave, but a sculptured temple. And, a wide stone altar was carved out on the floor-center.
After making sure that there was no one apart from us, I started taking my wet dress off. Mama, still dripping, stepped in after me. As I turned to look at her I saw that she had let her we sari fall across her chest so that her tightly bound breasts were apparent through the blouse. The top button of her blouse was open and I could clearly see the soft d'colletage.
I was vigorously jerking my head to get water off my hair. In one such movement of my head I saw Mama threw her hair forward over her head and bent at the waist to dry it. She had been facing away from me when she bent over, and dim light of the cave, I could make out not only her ass but also what was inside. She ran her hands over her hair as I stared at her. With a wave of near panic, I realized that my penis that was gone limp only moments ago was quickly becoming erect again. With a strangled squeak, I dropped my hands in front to cover my nearly erect dick. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Mama standing up with a quizzical expression. I was once again overcome with a feeling of embarrassment mixed with exhilaration.
"Are you okay?" she asked,
I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, but I simply didn't know what to do. In the end, her gentle voice came to my rescue.
"You got an erection, didn't you," she said in the same tone that she might've used to say "You resemble a lot to your father."
I didn't respond for several moments, and she let the silence draw out. Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious, especially since she'd put it out in the open so plainly. I felt my neck and face heat further and nodded jerkily.
"You can put your hands down, honey." she said gently and started smiling mildly. "I've seen an erection before,"
I reluctantly complied. I slowly turned toward her.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth. "God, you're hard, Shatru! So very hard" I realized that she was almost laughing.
I turned six shades of red. I hung my head in shame, not daring to look at her.
"Shatru," she said, her voice brooking no objection, "look at me."
I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"Shatru." The one word was tantamount to an order.
When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she was neither embarrassed nor surprised. In fact, she seemed completely at ease.
"I guess it's too late to have a birds and bees conversation with you," she said, smiling ruefully. "Way too late," she said softly, as if to herself.
I didn't answer, ashamed of my reaction.
"Shatru?" I nodded jerkily. I could see her gaze linger on my penis. Nervously, she licked her lips. "Shatru, look at me." I didn't move. "Look at me, please." I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers. "Why are you so... aroused?" she asked smiling.
"After seeing a beautiful woman half naked ... What else should have happened? I tried to smile back.
"You really think I'm beautiful." She asked jokingly.
Before I could answer she laughed openly and embraced me. Her firm heavy breasts pressed against my wide chest. Before she could make a mockery of me I planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. She was suddenly quiet.
Our sexual tension had been building so much that it was like a weight lifted of our shoulder the moment we allowed our desires and fantasies to take control. Letting go of our mundane thoughts and social restrictions, filling the void with nothing but thoughts of sexual gratification. I found myself humping into her before I could stop myself.