A Dreamy Afternoon With My Rain Drenched Mother - Part 2
After our first fuck, we were both drained and feeling very satiated. We slept off nude, hugging each other, and when we woke up it was well past evening. Almost 8 PM. I woke up first and she was still sleeping, on her side facing me. I put my hand between her legs and tickled her cunt waking her up She stretched and sat up. Kissed me on my mouth once again and walked into the bathroom nude. When she came back, she was wrapped in a towel. “Shouldn’t we eat something Adi?”she asked. “Of course Ma, we do not have anything at home, so I suggest we go out for a meal or get something delivered at home. What would you prefer?” “I am too tired to go out today. Why don’t you phone for some food” “Sure, what do we have? Any preferences?” “Something light. Maybe some rotis with chicken curry and some chocolate ice cream? Is that OK with you?” I was stunned. For we have been strict vegetarians always and we did not even have eggs. In fact even after having been in Mumbai alone for a year now, I have never had anything non-vegetarian, though I had taken to alcohol. “Chicken Ma?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing. “Yes chicken. I used to eat chicken outside before marriage and even sometimes after marriage. I love it. You mean you have never had chicken?” she asked. “No Ma, never” “Then try. You will love it. And you have whiskey to go with it” she smiled. I was apprehensive. Not even twelve hours before, my thoughts were to take my mother’s body and satisfy my lust by hook or by crook, assuming that she will be demure and resistive and hoping that she would eventually give up. But the script was turning around on me. It seemed that now she and not I was in charge. Her chewing her mangalsutra which was a symbol of father and his relation with her, and making me chew it too along with her, while at the same time taking my cock deep inside her and letting me ejaculate in her was the first shocker. Now she wanted to drink alcohol and eat meat, something I had no idea she did before. Anyway, what the heck! You don’t get to fuck your own mother with such passion and abandon daily. So I forgot my apprehensions, called up a a nearby restaurant and ordered chicken curry and some rotis and ice cream. By the time the food arrived, mother had gone back to the bathroom, taken a bath, shampooed her hair, dressed herself in a saree and blouse as before, applied sindoor etc. and was back. We were sitting on the two reclining chairs in the room when the food delivery guy knocked at the door and delivered the order. I paid and latched the door. Mom started setting the table and placed two plates and other cutlery. I opened the dinner pack and handed it over to her. She said “Get the whiskey and soda Adi and two glasses”. I silently went and got them. She filled both the glasses expertly and made two large drinks and picked one up. She said “let us sit and watch TV for sometime and then heat up the food later and eat” and moved to the sofa. I picked up my glass and joined her on the sofa. She sat cross-legged and watched the TV slowly sipping the drink. We were silent but there was an intense sexual tension in the room. We both finished our drink almost simultaneously and she took my glass from my hand and went to refill both. She was remarkably steady on her feet and I guessed that this was not the first time that she was drinking. She came back with another two large drinks and sat down. I must mention here that I was in the same state as I was when I woke up, except that I had pulled up my shorts. This time as we both started sipping, mother slowly laid her hand on my thighs and moved them upwards. I put my hand around her and we stayed this way for a few minutes. We kept sipping and looking at the TV though we were not paying much attention to the show. I was growing hard, though the drink did not let my cock become really rock hard. I was too relaxed. But an intense sexual desire came up in me like an attack and I placed the drink on the table and got up and pulled down my shorts and became nude. As if on cue, mom too placed her drink on the table got up and slipped off the saree and blouse. Surprisingly she had NOTHING underneath and was as nude as I was. We both sat down and picked up our glasses, and finished the drink. “Want one more for the road Adi? Or rather for the bed?” asked mom, and I noticed that her words were slightly slurred. But she was steady and spoke clearly enough though there was a dreamy quality to her voice. I was getting reckless too. “Why not Ma?” I asked and this time, I got up and carrying both the glasses went and refilled them and came back. I placed both on the table and sat down. “No more after this. The chicken must be feeling lonely and cold on the table” she laughed and picking up her glass, had one sip and then placed the glass on the table. I did likewise and she then lay down on my lap keeping one leg straight and one bent at the knee, facing up. She looked at me in the eyes and asked, “Did we do wrong this afternoon Adi?” “If we had not done it, I would have done it Ma, anyway it would have happened today. So let us not get into the ethics of the matter. Also you too do not seem as innocent as I thought you were Ma” “No I am not. But sexually, I have never had sex with anyone other than your father till now believe me or not. You are only the second” “I believe that Ma. But by any chance are you unhappy with dad? It surprised me how we chewed the mangalsutra today as if defiling it with spit. Can you tell me?” “I do not know Adi. He is a good man, he loves me and all that. But there always has been a wicked streak in me. He has always been so mature. I am not and can never be as mature. But do we need to talk about this now?” “We can talk what you want to Ma. For me what we did and what we will most certainly be doing again and again is more important” She turned her face sideways facing my crotch.