I placed the palms of my hands on her back and waited for her reaction. Maybe she was in a sleepy state of mind. She gave no indications whatsoever. The ball was in my court. My mom had told me the problem. Now she looked up to me for the solution.
She would not mind me trying anything. She was in excruciating pain. She wanted instant relief. My heart went out to my mom and I began to rub her back with both my palms.
I was gentle. Her soft skin. Her delicate back. The close proximity with her larger than life buttocks. Her shapely thighs. Her milky white calves. It was a dream come true moment for me.
I had never seen her wide buttocks from this close a distance. She was wearing panties. I was able to make out their outlines. I kept rubbing a portion of her bare back between her bra and the waistband of her palazzo pants.
After what seemed like ten minutes, she broke her silence. She said with her eyes closed, “Rocky, this rub is giving me relief. Can you please go a little down? My lower back can do with this type of rub. Please do not apply pressure. Be gentle.”
I stood up with a smile. This statement came as a shot in my arm. I was doing the right thing. My palms. Their pressure. The contact with her super smooth skin. They had presented me with another opportunity that was unimaginable.
I did not want to take any chances. I wanted to give my mom relief from her back pain. At the same time, I wanted to feel those inviting buttocks that looked like speed breakers on a freshly concreted national highway.
I did not fiddle with her waistband. No. I resisted the urge. Instead I began to gently rub her lower back through the palazzo pants. I looked at her. Her eyes were still closed. It was an indication that she trusted me blindly. She knew that I would not try anything funny with her.
I was able to feel her buttocks underneath my palms. They were incredibly smooth. She said in a whisper, “Please rub there with ointment.”
My mind was working overtime. The room was dimly lit. I poured a generous dollop of ointment on my palm and with one hand slowly lifted her waistband and waited for her reaction.
She said nothing. She continued to lay there with her eyes closed. I slipped the palm with ointment on it up her palazzo pants and began to give her lower back a rub. My palm was coming in contact with the elastic band of her panties. She was wearing red panties.
Just yesterday I remembered folding them and keeping them neatly on her bed with her other dresses after washing them in the washing machine.
Now my manhood was out of control. Those red panties were the sexiest pair of panties I had seen. Was she aroused the way I was aroused?
I made a mental note to check these panties for any tell tale signs the next day morning while putting them into the washing machine. My dirty mind conjured up the image of me sniffing these panties and placing them atop my erect manhood imagining my mom riding my erect penis with her eyes closed.
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Komal felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She had on the same pair of panties from last night. She had loved the back rub. She did not remember how long Rocky had given her a back rub. She remembered waking up this morning with no pain in her back whatsoever. And yes, her son was right. She had felt aroused. She had noticed a wet patch across her crotch upon waking up.
After Vikram’s demise, nobody had touched her private parts. She allowed her son to touch her back and lower back to get rid of pain. But look at what had happened.
She was turned on. Her vagina was oozing warm juice. Komal lied down on her son’s bed and spread her legs. She kissed the secret diary and placed it between her legs. She wanted her son to smell the aroma of her vagina and write more.
Komal stayed in that position for over half an hour. The door to their house opened. She opened her eyes and realised where she was. Rocky was back from college. It was time for lunch. Oh my God! She muttered under her breath.
Komal was pretending to rifle through that secret safe when Rocky found her mother in his room. The secret diary was underneath the pillow just inches away from where his mom was sitting.
[ To be Continued ]
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