Dipak thought he knew his best friend well. But this side of his friend’s character came to him as a total surprise and an utmost shock.
“You know you are one sick, sick puppy.” He told Amit, “You need to see a doctor or counselor. I don’t want your DVD. Fuck your mother’s panties as much as you want, but if you ever mention my mother sexually I’ll kill you.” By saying that he stormed out of the room.
As he was approaching his house, Dipak was already having second thought. He must have that DVD he thought. It would be a constant source for his regular masturbation. He turned back swallowing his pride. Neither of them could have imagined then this DVD would have such profund effects on their lives. It would forever change every thing, specially their sex lives.
Amit was very happy that for once he came on top of his friend. He let him borrow the DVD when Dipak promised he would get two of his mother’s panties. Amit again reminded him that he would like the used and dirty panties.
“I hope I don’t get his disease.” Dipak thought to himself.
***
“Are you hungry?” Anjana asked when Dipak arrived home.
“What kind of question is that?” He mockingly replied, “You know I’m always hungry.”
“Okay smarty pant,” She said, “can you survive 30 minute? I’ll take a quick shower, then we can eat together.”
“Take your time Ma. I’ll do some work in computer.” He assured his mother.
He put the DVD in his computer and began uploading the movie. Then he went looking for his mother’s panties. He saw the basket where they dumped their used cloths for the maid to do laundry. He found two of her used panties. He never touched his mother’s underwear ever before let alone any used one. He picked up both of them and quickly returned to his room.
Unbeknownst to him, one of the panties she had on when she was going after the gardener. It was still soaked with her pussy juice. It became crystal clear to him why Amit insisted upon used panties. He brought the panties to his nose and for the first time in his life he smelled the intoxicating scent of woman’s sex. An unknown sensation vibrated throughout his body. He transformed into a different person instantly. He knew his mother was beautiful but he never had any sexual inclination towards her whatsoever. He thought the panties could add a little fuel towards his masturbation and what harm that could do.
He decided to keep the panties for himself. He found a box and just like Amit and stashed the panties under his bed.
At that time the phone in his mother’s room started ringing. Thinking his mother was still in the shower, he went to answer it. By the time he reached her bedroom door, she was already out and talking in the phone with her back towards the door. She had wrapped herself up in a big white towel very loosely as she did not have time to tie it over her chest. So far there was nothing unusual about it. He had seen his mother wrapped in towel in many occasions before. Then something unexpected happened.
Her towel slipped and dropped in a heap around her feet. His eyes bulged out and could not believe he was looking at the backside of his completely naked mother. Then it became even more erotic. Unbeknownst to her that Dipak was watching from about ten feet away, she bent over to pick her towel up. Her ass cheeks splayed open and her fat pussy lips came to view.
Since she had been touching herself with increase frequencies, she kept her pubic hair nicely trimmed and partly shaved. She loved the feeling when her fingers touched her naked and shaved labia. A lot of time she wanted to shave it all off, but never got around to do it. A triangular shaped trimmed bush all she had on top her pussy.
He gasped looking at his first ever live pussy and tiny puckered ass hole. It could not have been more than thirty second that her naked glory was on display for him but it felt like a life time. She picked up the towel and wrapped her up again and continued talking on the phone without knowing the show she had just put up for her own son.
Today had been very special day for him but nothing could top the last incident. He had watched the most kinkiest porno and seen his first anal sex action. Also found out his best friend’s fetish about women’s used panties. He himself had touched his mother panties and smelled her most intimate scent. Now he had witnessed his mother’s pussy and anus. For the first time in his life he started thinking his mother as a sex object.
“What’s wrong honey?” A very concerned Anjana asked as Dipak had never been shy on dining table , “You are not eating. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m not hungry.” He replied rather meekly as he was yet to come out the spell that his mother’s pussy had put him under.
“You look little flushed too. Go lie down and you will feel better.” She showed her genuine motherly concern.
Once in the privacy of his room, he quickly wrapped his mother’s panties around his penis. The soft silky touch around his shaft felt wonderful. This new sensation sent waves of exiting vibrations all over his body. His cock swelled up to the biggest hard on he ever had.
In her room, Anjana submerged herself into her favorite fantasy. In a deserted island she was the queen. There were two young hunks vying for her affection. She crooked her finger and asked both of them to her hut. As she was getting deeper into her fantasy, she put couple of fingers in her mouth imitating cock sucking and two other fingers in her dripping and sodden vagina. In real life she had never performed oral sex on her husband and he had never eaten her pussy. But in her fantasy she always dreamed about sucking cocks and getting her pussy eaten.
Without knowing, mother and son came to orgasms almost simultaneously in their respective rooms. Her fingers were soaked with her thick sticky cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and began licking her own nectar. She had recently grown a liking for her own cum. She often wondered if she would rather look for a woman as sex partner rather than a man.
And yes, true to his word, Dipak gave Amit two panties but they were not his mother’s. He bought two panties from a store ignoring the strange look from the sales person. Then he wore them himself for a while. Finally he very lightly soiled them with syrup and vinegar. Amit was ecstatic when he got those panties.
He lewdly smelled the panties and said, “I knew it, all pussies smell different.”
Dipak just laughed silently.
“My mother did not raise any stupid.” A gloating Amit thought to himself.
****
Dipak began spying on his mother earnestly. But Saturday was really the only day he and his mother could be alone. On Sundays his father and the house maid were always around. On weekdays she spent most of the time at work. His father was already back home when his mother returned from office. He patiently awaited for next Saturday to roll around.
He chalked out a plan to see his mother naked again when Saturday finally arrived.
The day went along normally. Amit called once to inquire if he would go to a football game later that afternoon. He told Amit he would call him back.
Before lunch Anjana went to take a shower like last Saturday. When he heard the sound of water stopped in the bathroom, Dipak took his cell phone and hid himself behind the thick curtain of his parents bedroom. Then he dialed his mother’s phone number.
Anjana came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and picked up the phone. He was hoping her towel would slip down again but to his dismay nothing happened.
She angrily slammed the receiver down when she failed to get a response. At that very moment Amit called Dipak wanting to know if he was going to the game. His very distinctive ring tone gave him away. Before he could shut down his cell phone, he felt the piercing glance of his mother’s eyes on him. He got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I would like to know why are you hiding behind my curtain and making calls to me just to hang up.” Now sitting on the edge of bed, she demanded very angrily from a very nervous Dipak, “I want the truth only and nothing else will do. I may consider forgiving you, if you tell me the truth. Otherwise I’ll ask your Baba to find out. So young man, it is your choice, you can tell me now or you can tell your Baba later.”
Knowing the almost non-existing relationship between father and son, she knew it was cruel. But she was determined to find out what he was up to.
Dipak became doubly nervous thinking of his father scolding him with those piercing eyes. He cleared his throat several time before answering, “I thought I’d get a better reception by the window.” He desperately threw out a lie to get out of the biggest predicament of his life.
“You think I’m stupid?” Anjana screamed at him, “Okay, I am calling your father and may be ask him to come over. You can tell him why you were spying on me.”
“No Ma,” He begged, “please don’t call him.”
“Well, it’s up to you now.” She very coldly but strongly reiterated her position by tapping her toes on the floor.
“I don’t know how to tell you,” Dipak began in a trembling voice, “please don’t hate me.”
“I have told you already I won’t if you tell me the truth.” She told him and waited for him to continue.
“Ma, last week,” He cleared his throat again, “I saw you….saw you…nak… naked when your towel dropped when you were talking on the phone. ” He stopped to gauge her reaction and a silence fell in the room.
“So you wanted to see me naked again, hoping that my towel would drop again.” She broke the long silence.
“Yes, I am very sorry. I know it is very wrong,” He responded with his eyes looking down to the floor, avoiding any eye contact with her, “Please forgive me and please don’t tell Baba. If you don’t want me around I’ll leave and move out to college hostel.”
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