Sujata, My Mother, My Wife Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sujata, My Mother, My Wife Pt. 01

... could no longer walk or speak properly. That day one of my friend took me to my home in his car while the other drove my car to my home. As they helped me towards the door I saw my mother waiting for me (I could barely remember this). The friends were too embarrassed to talk, they just vanished. The next day when I woke up I was shocked to see myself in my mother's bedroom. My mother was standing beside me crying. I quickly understood what had happened as I had some faint memories of the events after my friends left. I remembered how my mother struggled to bring me to the bedroom and no sooner did she put me in bed I had passed off. . My mother helped me into her bedroom as it was not possible for her to carry me upstairs. "Look ma, I am very sorry for what has happened but this is all because of you. Had you come with me yesterday this would not have happened." "Just shut up. You are grown up, now you should know what is right and what is wrong." "But ma.." "It's all my fault, I am a failed mother." "C'mon ma what's the big deal? I have never come d***k like this before, forget it, it's just one off incidence." "Vikram who I am supposed to look at if something happens to you?" "I have already lost your father and if something happen to you?" and she started crying. I got up from the bed and hugged her, she kept her head against my chest and I drew her closer holding her back with one hand and the waist with the other. I caressed her back and moved my fingers through her ...

... dark hair. "I won't do it again ma." "I know it my dear you won't do it again." "Ma I just want you to be happy." We hugged for quite a long time and then finally she kissed me on my forehead and I loosened my grip on her. We felt much better now. The day passed without any incidence, ma had cooked chicken biryani and raita my favorite dishes. After the lunch I just slept on the couch watching TV. "Get up Vikram get up its evening." I woke up rubbing my eyes and I could not believe my eyes. There she was. My mother was wearing the new sari which I had bought for her yesterday with a low cut matching blouse. I cloud clearly see her cleavage through it. She was also wearing a black color bra inside her blouse which was making her look sexy. She was also wearing flowers in her hair. She had made a very beautiful hair style. She also had applied some light makeup and a mild perfume whose aroma was just irresistible. Although I was 23 years old, my mom was just 39 years old as she was just 16 when I was borne. She is 5'4" tall and has a great structure. She had an absolutely flat belly but her breasts were quite big compared to her not so skinny looks. Her bottom was also quite curvy but without any extra flab. "That's great ma, you look absolutely fantastic. Are you going out somewhere?" "Yes." "Where?" lying on the couch I asked. "Listen Vikram, I must accept that I was wrong." "What wrong?" I asked. "Your father is dead long back." "So?" I asked. "I loved him but I should not ...