Indian Mother Touched

NOTE: The story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Ages and names have been selected for privacy and compliance. Thank you for the positive comments which have encouraged me to open up about the next incident.

My name is Abhishek and I was in college when this incident occurred. My mom's name is Shruti and she was 46 then. My mom is a fairly conservative Brahmin woman about 5'3 in height with extremely fair skin and sharp features. Like most women her age, mom is curvy, though more than the average Indian women of her age. The stats of her upper body is 38D (which I guess you might know how I found out from the clothes in the laundry).

This incident occurred in the month of November which is a bit on the cooler side in North India, but not very cold. We were going for our cousin bro's engagement by santro car. I had two close friends then: Ashish and Sohail who used to frequently visit my home and so we all were familiar with each other's families. They also knew the cousin bro who was getting engaged and were invited for the engagement. Hence, it was decided that they will also go with us. So, dad, mom, dad's cousin sis, me and my two friends were supposed to go.

As you all must know well, Santro is a compact car with limited space. Dad was to drive the car and that left me, my two friends, mom and aunt. It was decided that aunt would sit in the front, and mom would sit on the back with us (as mom was familiar with my friends and aunt felt a bit conscious). We started in the evening time and it got back memories of that day to my mind which I have already told you about in the first part.

Ashish and I are very similar in all aspects: similar built, similar hands, face cut etc. Sohail is a bulky brute who looks quite intimidating. Ashish and me were arguing about who would sit where as we both wanted to sit near the window. Mom said that both of us can sit near the window and she and Sohail will adjust in the mid.

For a brief moment, I saw Sohail eye up my mom as he used to check out the chicks in college. I shrugged it away as machinations of my dirty mind and thought nothing of it. So as the journey started, it was me, mom, Sohail and Ashish on the back seat (from right to left). Mom was wearing a green saree with blouse just deep enough to show the hint of her cleavage. Though it was well hidden under the carefully adjusted pallu.

As the journey progressed, we all got bored with chatting and all of us were either sleepy or looking outside the window and listening to songs coming on the radio. I, too was busy looking out of my window when I suddenly heard a very light "ahhh" sound from mom. I was surprised and looked at mom. It was odd to notice that mom looked flushed, was breathing hard and looked very uneasy.

I asked mom "Kya hua maa?"

Mom said "Kuch nahi beta, bas baithe baithe kamar akad gayi thi"

I noticed that Sohail was continuously staring at mom's left boob as I was talking to mom. Mom probably understood that I noticed Sohail's gaze and re-adjusted her pallu to cover her left boob. As she covered it, Sohail snapped out of his trance, looked at me and then moved his face to the other side.

By this time, I had guessed something was not right (my previous experience going on in my mind). I decided to observe closely whether anything was actually happening. So, as before, I again pretended to be asleep and kept my head under the arms. But, my eyes were open and I was looking towards mom's bosom for any odd signs. For some time, nothing happened, but after 10-15 mins, I saw mom extend her left hand a bit and put it on side of aunt's seat ahead. As mom did this, within seconds, I saw Sohail put the big gift he was holding in front of him. And from behind the gift, his left palm directly entered under mom's left arm and her pallu and landed full on her left boob.

It was the first time I had seen any guy holding a boob so openly and shamelessly. And that too it was my own friend holding my mom's boob. I could not see exactly what his palm was doing, but it was clear that he was moving and sort of pressing it to his content. Mom's eyes were closed as if she was sleeping and taking deep breaths. This went on for some time when we halted at a petrol station for refueling.

I was feeling very odd and uneasy witnessing what all was happening. Not understanding what to do, I first said to Sohail:

"Sohail, Bhai tuu chahe toh window side baith jaa. Main beech mein aa jaaunga."

Sohail replaied "Naa. Main biklul maze mein hoon. Main jahaan baitha hoon, udhar hee rahunga. Tum chaho toh Ashish se baat kar lo".

I knew I couldn't force Sohail so didn't try it further, but what he said gave me a very odd idea. What if me and Ashish actually swapped places, I mean not actually but, supposedly? The idea got stuck in my mind and gave me goose bumps. My dirtiest mind was now playing its trick and I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity which can never ever come again.

I went to Ashish and chatted with him for some time. Then I said that I was feeling a bit cold and whether we could swap our cardigans? I knew Ashish liked my Bose headphones so I gave my headphones to him so he could listen to whatever he wants.

Now, if you still don't understand my plan, it was simple. I will wear Ashish's cardigan and he would wear mine, with my earphones. Giving everyone else the impression that I'm Ashish and it is me sitting that side. To ensure this, we sat in the car at the end with the hoodie over my face and Ashish engrossed in the music with his head down. Due to the dark and our similarities, no one knew that it was actually me who was in Ashish's cardigan.

As the journey started again, the same positions and situation developed again. This time, to my surprise, there was not much wait and just after 5-10 mins mom casually kept her hand on the seat ahead and Sohail, so very smartly again slid his hand under my mom's pallu. By now, I was firm that I will do what I have decided. Still, due to some unexplained reason, my heart was racing and my hand was shivering.

With shivering fingers, I crossed my arms and extended my right palm towards mom. Inch by inch slowly as it first touched mom's naked waist. God.. I remember the feel. My first touch of a smooth and soft naked waist!! I kept it there for some time, waiting for any reaction from maa and relishing the touch. However, there was no reaction.

Sensing the opportunity, I slowly extended my hand upwards. Moving extremely slowly and gently as my fingers touched the underside of her right boob. Fuckk.. can't explain how soft and big it felt. I couldn't hold myself and gave a very gentle but obvious squeeze over it. As soon as I did it, I realised my mistake and immediately turned my face to the other side, waiting for mom to push my fingers away or scold me. I sensed her glancing in my direction, but she could not see my face as I was turned away. I heard her giggle a little and whisper a gentle "badmaash" as she again looked away in Sohail's direction.

As mom looked away, I got courage and moved my head to get a clear view. I realised that mom's full upper half was hidden from dad and aunt's view by the huge gift half on her lap and half of Sohail's, hiding both their bodies below the neck from front view. Ashish was blissfully unaware, looking outside the wondow, listening to music. Aunt was sleeping, dad was driving. And mom's pallu was by now lying on her lap. Sohail was openly playing with mom's left boob and my fingers were lightly touching mom's right boob. Mom was looking ahead, breathing so heavily that even in that dark i could see her bosom heave up and down with each breath.

I couldn't hold any longer, and placed my palm firmly on mom's right boob and found her nipple with my fingers. It was sooo very big and erect that I could feel it was almost half the size of my thumb. I played with it freely and did whatever I saw Sohail do, albeit more gently and carefully.

After some time I even saw mom put her left hand on Sohail's thigh. Though I could not see, but I'm sure mom did feel his huge hard on at least if not the full thing.

I was aghast to see that Sohail was now trying to open mom's blouse. Though mom never stopped him during the whole journey, this time she was resisting. She looked a bit annoyed and was pushing away his hand whenever it came near the button. Thankfully, or sadly, soon the destination came and it all stopped.

As we got out of the car, Ashish came to me to give the headphones and that moment mom realized that it was me, not Ashish sitting on her side. I saw the color of her face fade away and an anger and frustration which is impossible to explain with words. Her expression got me very afraid and I felt shameful for what I did.

However shameless it was what I did, I can never erase the feel of those soft and big love globes or the memory of that nipple over which I believe I have the first right to love. During return, mom sternly decided that she would sit near the window and made Ashish sit next to her on some pretext. I was too ashamed to say or do anything and just silently complied. For many days I remember mom giving me cold vibes and not talking to me altogether. However, the memory of that journey still refuses to fade away from my mind even after all these years.

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