Memories of an Indian Man Ch. 05

The next day was marked by a vibrant and bustling festival that swept through the entire region. Unfortunately, father was not due back till the week after. This annual celebration was so significant that it was customary for all the house helps to take a break and enjoy the festivities with their families. As a result, the house was unusually quiet, with only Amma and me to fill the void.

That morning after breakfast, Amma asked me to accompany her to the village fair. It had been a long time since I had been to one, so I agreed. Besides, she needed my help carrying all the produce and ingredients for the festival.

The market was a vibrant mix of colours, sounds, and scents that thrilled me. As we strolled through the dusty stalls filled with merchants, vendors, and artisans, I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she looked. With jasmine flowers in her hair, a tight-fitting blouse that struggled to hold its contents and wrapped in a beautiful cotton saree she looked amazing.

As we walked through the bustling market, hand in hand, we could easily have been mistaken for a couple rather than mother and son. Whenever she got a head of me, I got to see the undulation of her voluptuous buttocks and every time she bent over or stood sideways, I got to see her enormous boobs that she managed to keep hidden with her sari. Her smiles and expressions indicated she knew exactly what I was up to. But instead of being annoyed, she just enjoyed the attention, savouring each moment with carefree grace.

On our way back home, she gently squeezed my arm and said “I had a wonderful time, Kana. We should do this more often.”

By the time we got back, it was nearly noon. We grabbed a light lunch and then headed to our rooms for a quick nap.

Later that afternoon, I went to her bedroom and sat on the bed watching television and waiting for her to finish her bath. Just then, the door creaked open, and she emerged, wrapped in a towel. Having been horny all day, this was not going to be easy, I thought to myself.

“Hey sweety,” she said with a smile.

“Hi Amma,” I answered, looking at her as she wandered the room.

Of course, my mind was trying hard to imagine her underneath the towel.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Nothing, just getting bored,” I answered.

“Good, you can keep me company while I get dressed,” she said, undoing her wet hair as she faced the full-length mirror with her back towards me.

After staring at her arse and peeking at her boobs all morning I was feeling pretty worked up and frustrated. And my devious mind was trying to redeem itself with the hope of getting to see her naked and so I waited shamelessly with bated breath. But she quickly noticed the excitement on my face and gave me a knowing nod.

“Are you always this horny?” she asked.

“Not really, just since that night when you came into my room,” I answered, being funny.

“Oh my god, don’t remind me,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, I was so uncomfortable after you stretched me out, with your rather large member,” she said casually.

“What do you mean by rather large member” I asked, knowing full well what she meant yet hoping for a little ego boost.

“Among everything that I have had so far, you are on the bigger side,” she replied with a smile.

“Wow, what all have you had?” I asked inquisitively.

She laughed and told me that my dad wasn’t her first or last, and there were quite a few other men in her life. Besides that, she had experimented with a few things during her hostel life. Listening to her stirred up a mix of excitement and jealousy. She wasn’t the innocent person I had imagined. Instead, she was complex and intriguing, which made me even more curious. A flood of questions raced through my mind, and I found myself wanting to know more about her, even as I felt a twinge of envy.

“Dad knows?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said with a slight frown.

Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she decided to explain their relationship to me. From a young age, I’ve always felt an intrinsic connection to my sexuality–an openness and eagerness that guided my belief of intimacy. Fortunately, I was nurtured in a family that fostered my freedom to explore and express my desires.

When I met your father, it was nothing less than a dream come true. He was someone who truly grasped the person I am, understanding and honouring my needs and desires. In him, I found a partner who mirrored my values and embraced my sexual liberties with an open heart and mind. Even though he didn’t share the same overtly sexual yearnings or libido as me. Our relationship has been built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. Even though I have had other partners and physical intimacies outside of marriage, none have ever diminished the profound connection I share with him. His love remains a constant source of joy, strength, and fulfilment for me.

“Wow, you are so lucky, I hope I can find a partner like dad,” I said.

“More importantly try to be kumköy escort a partner like your dad,” she corrected me.

“Tell me about your experiences?” I asked excitedly.

“No way, they are way to private,” she said in a rather serious tone.

“Fine, at least tell me if you ever had anyone as big or bigger than I am?” I asked trying to trick her into revealing some of the details.

“Won’t give up, will you?” she said with a snigger.

“Please, amma,” I pleaded.

“Ok baba, Raju mama,” she said with a giggle.

At first, I was shocked, that was mom’s younger brother my uncle.

“Errr… how?” I asked

“Now you want details?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Please,” I begged.

“Okay, baba,” she said.

Like always, she loved telling a good story in as much detail as possible. It was right before his wedding; your father and I were married for a few years, and you were still a baby. As your father was busy with work, I took you on my own to your grandparents’ house. When I was there, he appeared quite stressed and nervous, which was unlike him. We grew up quite close and he always looked up to me like a second mother. So, I wanted to know what was bothering him and see if I could help elevate his worries.

One quiet afternoon, while everyone else was out and the house was still, I went to his room after putting you to bed. After a bit of gentle prodding, he finally confessed that he was unsure of how to please a woman sexually. Besides, his bride-to-be had very high expectations of him, and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

With hardly any time for the wedding and no other option left, I suggested he use me as a surrogate, so I could guide him through it. At first, he was hesitant and inhibited because I was his older sister and all. But after I reassured him that this would be purely educational and highlighted the fact that he was out of options, he agreed.

“Wow, what a cool sister you are,” I said.

Despite me loving him as a brother, it felt a bit weird as it was very clinical, and we were so disconnected from the sexual nature of it all. Nonetheless, this was the only way he could avoid disappointing his bride-to-be. We had never had sexual feelings for each other or been intimate in any way before.

“And then what?” I asked curiously.

Then I got naked and explained the various parts of a woman’s body. Got him to touch and explore my body, as I explained how to stimulate it and make a woman feel good. He was so worried, his hands kept trembling when he touched my boobs and buttocks. Then I got him to undress, and the poor thing couldn’t even get erect.

“Whoa, then what did you…?” I tried asking before she interrupted me with her giggle.

Asked him what turned him on, and he said he pointed to my arse. So, taking his hands in mine I guided them all over my buttocks and even allowed him to penetrate my anus with his finger. But it didn’t work so, I tried rubbing my arse against his flaccid penis with no avail. When I was almost at my wits end, I accidently squeezed my milk-filled boobs and squirted some milk on his face. It was so funny that we both started laughing uncontrollably and were unable to stop. Suddenly the tension and awkwardness of it vanished, and he was sporting a huge erection. Running out of time, I quickly turned to face the window, raising one of my legs onto a chair, giving him access to my vagina from behind. Not being aroused myself I wasn’t exactly lubricated, and since he was so big, he literally made me scream as he entered me. Holding onto the window bars, I could feel his extra-large member stretch me out. Lucky it wasn’t long before he came inside me as was thinking I couldn’t take it much longer. Besides, I was afraid you might wake up and come looking for me.

“Did you ever do it again with him?” I asked

She nodded her head and said the very next day, which happened to be his wedding day. Went to his room to give him a cup of coffee and ask him if he felt less stressed. He was visibly much happier and thanked me for helping him out. Then he asked if he could practice one last time. Seeing how happy he was, I agreed, but since there were so many people in the house, we had to be quiet and quick, so I just lifted my saree up and faced the door while he dropped his shorts and inserted his erect penis from behind. It was less exerting this time, as I was somewhat used to his size by now. It didn’t take him long to come, as I was quite tight for him.

“Is he bigger than me?” I asked

“Yup, the biggest I have had so far,” she answered nonchalantly.

Seeing the discontent etched across my face, she took a deep breath and reached out, her voice steady and soothing.

“Look, it’s not size those matters, Kana,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that cut through the tension.

“What truly matters to a woman is how you make her feel, not how big you are. It’s the emotional connection–the way you make her feel loved and respected–that kundu escort means everything. Size cannot compensate for the emotional state you create for her–that’s what truly counts.”

Her words hung in the air, a balm to the frustration that had clouded my thoughts. I could see the earnestness in her gaze, and it was clear that she wasn’t just offering empty reassurances. As her words sank in, a sense of relief began to replace the dismay that had been gnawing at me.

“Honey, speaking about your uncle, I almost forgot. I need you to take me to your uncle’s place tomorrow for the festival,” she said as she brushed her hair.

“Oh no,” I replied.

“Tomorrow is the family festival, and we really need to go visit your aunt and uncle,” she said once again, trying to get me to go with her.

“Do we have to? You know I don’t like those family gatherings.”

Once her hair was dry, she brushed and tied it into a neat bun, then she reached out to grab her nightgown.

“I know, but it’s important to spend time with family. How about I do something for you in exchange?” she said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Hmmm, like what?” I asked casually.

Without a second thought, she undid her towel and flung it on the chair, revealing her naked body. She did a quick twirl, striking a brief pose as she faced me, gave a playful wink, giggled, and then spun back around.

My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed hard, trying to digest what just happened. I couldn’t believe she was trying to bribe me with her nudity.

But she was certainly on the money. What man could possibly resist such divine beauty in all its naked splendour? Her slender yet wide hips, accentuated by the firm, rounded curve of her buttocks, reflected the classic beauty of women from the subcontinent. Her legs were equally captivating, with toned, muscular thighs giving way to shapely calves that tapered gracefully, developed from years of training at her favourite art from Bharatnatyam.

“Changed your mind yet?” she asked, looking at my reflection.

Nodding vigorously with delight, I made her burst into laughter.

“I’m always baffled by what my arse can achieve when my mind can’t,” she said, prompting a shared giggle between us.

“Can you undo your hair?” I asked nervously.

Rolling her eyes up and nodding her head, she undid her hair and let it lose as I watched her lustrous, flowing hair cascade down her back in a silken waterfall of elegance.

“Goodness, the things I do for you men!” she said with a smirk.

“What a shame to hide such beauty,” I said my thoughts out loud without realizing.

She blushed as I looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. The smell of her freshly shampooed hair filled the room, while the gentle sway of her womanly hips and the undulation of her naked buttocks as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other was enough to cause a raging erection in my shorts.

Without warning, she turned around, catching me staring at her and giggled. Instinctively, her eyes dropped down to my boxers.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the tent in my shorts.

Being caught red handed, my face was flushed with embarrassment. She chuckled, relishing the chance to get back for the humiliation she had to endure.

“Serves you right, you’re a very naughty boy,” she said playfully, teasing me.

“Not fair,” I protested, trying to play along, stealing a glance at her boobs and semi-erect nipples.

“Well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, mister,” she replied.

“It’s not my fault; I have no respite for my sexual desires,” I said, sounding slightly disappointed and frustrated.

“Well, you’re not alone,” she said, reaching for the bottle of lotion.

“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued by her statement.

Well, with your dad gone for so long, I haven’t had any respite either, she confessed. In fact, I have been so horny of late it’s not funny.

“Well, it need not be this way,” I said cleverly.

“How so?” she asked curiously.

“We could help each other out.” I proposed with a mischievous grin, my devious mind seizing the opportunity.

“Are you trying to take advantage of this lonely lady, mister?” she asked with a laugh.

Not really, I think there’s an opportunity for me to learn something new while we have fun together. How about you teach me something new? It could be a wonderful way for us to relieve our frustrations and enjoy some quality mother-son bonding time.

Not wanting to force her, I decided to give her some space and waited patiently while she took her time to contemplate the situation. By now I had learned the value of allowing her to reflect and arrive at her own conclusions without being rushed or overwhelmed. As the minutes ticked by, I remained attentive just in case she needed more convincing.

“Well, I suppose you are right,” she said.

“But what am I going to teach you?” she asked with bewilderment.

“How kurtköy escort to make a woman happy,” I answered with a grin.

“That’s hard,” she said with a sneer.

“That’s fine I am committed,” I said.

“I can try,” she said with a giggle.

Giggling at my boyish exuberance, she heartily smacked my head, saying I was getting way too much leeway with her, and got on the bed. As she adjusted the pillow under her head, I quickly stripped down, exposing my erection to her. Lustily, she glanced at it as I got on the bed and positioned myself between her legs.

There was no concealing; we were both very aroused, as I unabashedly stared at her hairy bush, and she enjoyed watching my throbbing erection. Excitedly, I got on all fours, ready to penetrate her.

“Whoa! Slow down, tiger,” she said with a giggle.

A woman needs foreplay; you can’t just get down to business, she rationalized.

“Sorry, where should I begin?” I asked eagerly.

Well, you might as well learn to do this properly; why don’t you start with my feet? For some women like me, it’s an extremely sensual area. Kiss it and suck on my toes, if you really want to turn me on, she said, shaking her feet in the air.

Eager to please her, I took her soft, womanly feet in my hands and began to gently caress and kiss them. While she gently cupped and caressed her enormous breasts before tugging at her nipples and making them fully erect.

“Amma, you look so beautiful like this,” I said.

“Thanks,” she replied, blushing slightly.

Slowly I began sucking her toe while she seductively wet her fingers, before proceeding to slip them into her cunt. As she continued to stare into my eyes, I heard a soft gasp escape her lips as her fingers parted her elongated inner labial lips and entered her vagina. Slowly I made my way up, kissing and licking every inch of her voluptuous legs like a man possessed. Unable to contain my excitement, I got on all fours and began kissing her inner thighs, my erection lightly grazing her delicate feet. As I reached her hairy vulva, the musky odour of her sex hit my nostrils.

Bending her knees and raising them up, I got unrestricted access to her puckered anus, that was beckoning me for my attention. Without hesitation, I began flicking my tongue around her anus, feeling its delicate wrinkled texture.

“Kana is that… Oh god!” she moaned, enjoying the sensation.

“Are you licking my…?” she managed to whimper in shock, unable to complete her sentence.

What I was doing felt both daring and forbidden, an act that defied society’s strong boundaries. The very essence of this taboo gesture was an indication of my love and devotion to her, revealing the lengths I would go to satisfy her. While her reluctance was purely mental in nature, she began to relax, overcoming her inhibitions and surrendering to the moment. She allowed herself to revel in the tender sensations and blissful pleasures that unfolded within her. Moaning softly as a tiny orgasm erupted through her body, making her squirm with delight.

“God, that was so nasty,” she said.

“But did you like it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said shyly.

Later, she admitted that although she felt repulsed at first, she was unable to resist the intoxicating sensations it made her experience. She went on to say that she had never felt anything like it before.

At last, when she was breathless and spent, she gently cradled my face in her hands, guiding me up until our gazes locked, and we were eye to eye. Pausing briefly to savour the beauty of her pretty face, I let my lips softly brush against hers, our kiss deepening as we melted into a perfect union. Breathing heavily, she shut her eyes and parted her mouth, allowing me to slip my tongue deeper into her warm and wet mouth. We kissed passionately like lovers, while my erection rubbed against her inner thighs. I could feel the wet juices slipping out of her vagina onto her thighs as she continued to masturbate under me.

Involuntarily, I began pumping the exposed glans of my penis between the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her womanly instinct told her I was ready and unable to restrain myself much longer. With delicate fingers, she lightly rubbed the underside of my exposed glans, making me quiver with delight.

“Ready?” she asked with motherly concern.

There was an enigmatic intensity as we stared into each other’s eyes, both feverishly awaiting that initial sensation of penetration.

“Yes, and you?” I asked courteously.

Nodding in silence, she took hold of my erection between her fingers and guided it to the center of her womanhood. Gently, I pushed into her as she lifted her buttocks to meet my thrust.

“Aaahhhh!” she moaned loudly, shocking me as her body shuddered with delight.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, why?” she questioned.

“Haven’t seen that reaction before,” I said.

“Well, I am quite turned on,” she replied shyly with a smile.

She went on to explain that the first time we tried intercourse, she was nervous and wasn’t quite sure how I or she would react. But now she was a lot more relaxed and didn’t see the need to be as modest.

All this talk about having me inside of her was exciting me even more, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so I quickly rammed hard into her.

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