Building my Way to Mom

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Some of the words used below may be in Hindi as there are not alternate words in English. I’ll try my best to explain some of them here thus better aiding your mental image.

Sari — A traditional Indian outfit.

Pallu — The usually decorated end of a sari that hangs loose when worn. A part of the sari that covers the breasts.

Blouse – An accessory that is generally cropped at waist, fitted blouson to cover the upper body, when wearing a saree.

Petticoat — A kind of skirt that one wears under the draped sari. It is the main undergarment worn with a sari.

Editor: Roja Rana. Thank you for the edits.

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“You’re useless,” dad shouted as he waved my transcript in my face.

I stood there silently as he scolded me, my eyes fixed on the floor. I felt both angry and ashamed as I stood there clasping my hands. I looked up at him to say something, but mom gestured that I remain silent from behind him.

“He’ll do better next time,” she said, coming to my defence.

“Sheeba, you always spoil him,”

“NEXT TIME!!!! HE’S ALMOST DONE WITH COLLEGE…USELESS ASSHOLE” he continued yelling as he threw my transcript on the floor and walked to his room.

Mom walked to me and pressed my arms reassuringly.

“Don’t take it to heart,” she said walking past me, following dad back to their room.

Academics had always been the bane of my existence. I always barely managed to scrape by. Due to this there had always been an inherent tension between dad and I.

Rajesh Pandit, my veracious and principled lawyer of a father always expected more of me and I always came up short.Pandits belong to the priestly class in India and are renowned for reciting many long and arduous scriptures verbatim.

My father certainly had this trait and so did my sister Aditi. She always aced all her subjects whereas I barely managed to scrape by. It was certain this trait had skipped me.

My name is Roshan Pandit, Roshan means illuminating. My father would often comment that all I did was stain the family name. The exact opposite of what my name meant.

I am an outdoorsy kid. I loved sports and was seldom found in the house so much so that my dad had to drag me back home on his way back from work when I was younger.

I received many beatings from my father because of my poor academics. I used to hate it whenever he broached the topic of my academics.

Mom always came to my rescue, defending me whenever dad disciplined me a little too strictly. At 20 I finally found my calling, bodybuilding. I wanted to be a professional bodybuilder and was working towards it.

I contemplated dropping out of college to pursue my dream but my father fiercely resisted this decision of mine. He wanted me to drop the idea altogether. Arguments had become routine until we finally reached some middle ground. I could pursue bodybuilding so long that I completed college.

We were staunch vegetarians and I had to alter my diet to include meat and eggs to increase my protein intake. The only time I ever read books with an interest was when I researched various foods, their calorific value and the benefits of consuming them. Mom somehow convinced dad to allow me to consume meat and eggs.

Utensils were purchased that were only used to cook my food. Dad looked at me with disgust when I sat at the table and heartily gulped down eggs and meat. Mom was supportive and had turned into my personal chef cooking boiled chicken and various other foods that were essential to my regimen.

Mom majored in English literature and used to work as a professor before I was born. At least that was what I was told. She decided to be a stay at home mom after I was born.

Dad travelled a lot due to his work, most of his clients hailing from the poorest of poor areas. He believed he had to be the voice of the people who couldn’t stand up for themselves. Since one parent was almost never at home the other decided to be always home.

I always felt dad had robbed mom of her career. He is not a bad person but too idealistic. Such people are better off without a family I feel. I’ve always felt as if I had to compete for my father’s attention with his clients. I resented him for making me feel this way.

Mom always doted on me and that was my saving grace. I wanted to take part in the district level bodybuilding competition and hence spent any time I could spare in the gym. I consumed an assortment of proteins and supplements to meet my caloric needs.

There is this urban legend that says masturbation drains you and hence my trainer kept telling me not to shag. I know there was no scientific logic behind this, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I had this friend whose dad ran a chemist shop. I convinced him to get me some steroids. I knew this was wrong but all the builders who took part in the contest did this. There were hardly any checks since no one cared.

I was on a cutting diet so I could lose the excess fat and give my muscles more definition. This process seemed to take a toll on me, so I was on an unusually short fuse. The steroids coupled with the proteins had made me increasingly aggressive and horny. Not being able to shag just added to that.

I returned early one day from the gym. That day only mom was at home. Dad was out of town and my sister was attending her tutions. I used my key to let myself in.

“MAA…?” I yelled, but no one answered.

“MAA….?” I yelled but still, no one answered.

As I ventured in, I looked for her. I heard sounds of water splashing and figured mom might be in the bathroom. I walked towards the bathroom and just as I was about to call her I saw that mom had not bolted the door shut.

I presumed she thought she’d be alone and hence did not bother. I walked towards the door without making a sound and pushed it open just enough to form a small crack. I peeked in from the slit and saw that mom had her back towards me.

She had her hair tied up in a bun and I could see her using her hands to wash the soap off her body. I peeked at my mother’s naked body waiting for her to turn. My hand invariably began rubbing my dick from above my shorts.

Even though she had her back towards me I could see an outline of her breasts that darted out of her silhouette. I patiently waited for her to turn.

I was left speechless when she turned. Mom mostly had fat in all the right places except the little excess that was on her tummy. She had an ample bosom and a nice ass. I didn’t think she was this well endowed. In my defence, mom generally wore loose clothes which hid these gems.

As mom is fair, her nipple was this light shade of brown. For a 45-year-old woman her boobs practically had little to no sag. Her nipples were hard from the water running on her body. I saw that mom flicked her nipple as she used her hands to clean her boobs. She had her eyes closed as she ran her hands along her body.

As the water from her shower hit her face and flowed down, I tracked its path. She had sharp pink lips and well-defined collarbones. As I continued to look at her I could see her boobs were nice and round, her belly sported stretch marks.

Mom was completely shaved down there and her pubic area was a little darker than the rest of her body. One couldn’t tell the difference if one didn’t specifically look for that though. This was not my first time seeing a woman naked but it stood there staring in awe.

Mom had diastema, which meant there was this small gap between her two front teeth. It was clearly visible when we smiled and I found that adorable. There were no grey strands in her hair, something she took pride in.

I was rubbing my dick furiously and sensed that soon I was going to cum. I quickly ran back to my room without making a sound. I shut the door behind me as I entered.

I leaned on the door and I pulled my pants down. I shot a huge load within moments and let it drop on the floor. I looked at the load I shot and saw that this is the most I’ve cum in a long time.

l was seriously backed up, but deep down I knew this wasn’t the only reason. I don’t know it was the steroids or the diet but in this moment I’d decided I had to fuck mom. Dad was hardly around and Aditi spent most of her time at her tuitions, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity for me.

Over the next few days I tried spending all my free time at home. When I was not in the gym I was at home, chatting up mom, making her laugh. I needed to figure out a way to make mom look at me as a prospective mate. I kept thinking and finally was able to come up with an idea.

The city we live in is pretty hot. Mom would make rotis daily and I decided to offer her my help to make them. When mom decided to make rotis I intervened.

“I’ll do it,” I said, offering to help.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick or something?” mom said sarcastically, as she smiled.

“You do so much for us and I just wanted to help in some little way.”

Her eyes welled up as she passed me the vessel and other utensils used to make rotis.

I began kneading the dough.

“It’s so hot,” I complained. “I don’t know how you do this everyday,” I added.

She just looked at me lovingly.

“Can you please remove my t-shirt?” I said, raising my arms.

She complied and removed my t-shirt. She stood on her toes as she pulled the t-shirt off from above my raised dough-covered palms.

As I worked the dough I could see mom looked at me from the corner of her eyes. I flexed my muscles giving mom something to look at. I could feel mom’s eyes on me intermittently. I enjoyed the attention I got.

This became a daily routine. The next thing I did was convince my trainer to let me take some of the free weights home. He didn’t mind. I now made it a point to work out in our backyard everyday without fail.

Mom would get me my proteins and various other snacks so that I could meet my required calorie intake. With each passing day the interaction between Mom and I became bolder. She’d openly flirt with me, sometimes run her fingers along my muscles as I worked out.

One day as I did my bicep curls mom walked right up to me.

“Ooohhh….someone’s getting bigger..!!!” she said, as she pressed my biceps.

I don’t know what it was, the sound, the touch or the way she looked into my eyes, I was aroused. After workout, I quickly made my way to my room. Once I’d locked the door I quickly began masturbating and came a shit ton.

My patience was running low. I wanted to bang mom, ASAP. I even contemplated forcing myself on her but then decided against that. I could see that she also reciprocated some of my feelings, I just needed a way to push her over the edge.

I usually applied an ice-pack on my muscles after intense workouts. I decided to ask mom if she was willing to do it.

The next day after my workout, I yelled “MAAAA…”

Mom quickly came into the backyard.

“Please help with the application of the ice pack?” I asked, as I sat on a stool.

“Okay,” mom nodded and she went to the kitchen to fetch the ice-pack.

She came back with the ice-pack.

“Where do I start from?” she asked me, waving the ice-pack with her right hand.

“Start with my shoulders. Arms, back, abs, calf and thighs, that’s the order after,” I said, giving mom instructions.

She nodded and walked towards me.

Mom stood before me and placed the ice-pack on my left shoulder. She placed her left hand on my other shoulder. I raised my face to find mom was looking at me. Our eyes met, the atmosphere was electric. There were definitely sparks flying but I did not know what to do.

Mom continued the application of the ice-pack on various muscles in the order which I had asked her to. This left trails of water droplets on my body as she slid it across my various muscles. I loved the fact that she slid her fingers along my body as she did this, smiling constantly as she looked into my eyes.

When mom moved to my back, she stood back a little as she bent leaning into me as she pressed the ice-pack to my back. I could feel her boobs on my back and that got me excited. I tried to act normal as I didn’t want her to know.

I was hard, my dick pushed against the supporter I was wearing. She now moved to my front as she had to ice my abs. As she pressed the ice-pack into my abs, she bent her knees, leaning forward as she brought her face beside mine. I could feel the cool from her breath as it blew past the water droplets on my body.

She sat down on the floor as she iced my calves. Finally, she began icing my thighs. I closed my eyes, imagining that she was giving me a blowjob. This activity had aroused me and I wanted this to be a regular thing. Mom got and began to leave once she was done.

“Thanks for this. It really helps. Can you please do this everyday?” I asked.

Mom stopped and turned. “Sure” she said, as she smiled.

With each passing day we became more comfortable with each other. When it was just mom and I, I never wore a t-shirt.

Our kitchen’s window overlooked the backyard. I could see mom looking at me as I exercised. She smiled mostly, sometimes averted her gaze when I made eye-contact. I’d flirt more openly with mom, to which mom would mockingly raise her hand as she was going to beat me.

I started becoming bolder. Sometimes when mom would ice my shoulder, I’d lean forward resting my head on mom’s stomach. I’d hold her hips as I did this. As I straightened my back, I’d make sure to brush my lips against her stomach.Sometimes as I rested my head on mom’s stomach, I’d nestle my face against her stomach. I’d hear her gasp sometimes when I did this.

Mom too began letting her boobs brush or sometimes rest on my head as she applied the ice pack to my shoulder. She would sometimes ice my chest from behind me, pressing her boobs against my back in the process. It was as if Mom and I were doing this dance, each one trying to entice the other.

I could feel her touch was different, sometimes she’d press my muscles with her other hand a tad bit longer. We were getting there, but I wanted to get there sooner. I looked forward to the time when mom would apply the ice pack. It has become our ritual now.

I followed a strict routine. Today I returned early from college. After taking a small nap I started exercising in the backyard. I could feel mom’s eyes on me.

“Aaahhhh….” I grunted loudly, as I raised the rod above my shoulder.

I looked at me, who was looking at me keenly. I enjoyed the attention she showered on me. The way she looked at me sometimes gave me the chills in a good way. After I was done I saw mom walking towards me with the ice pack.

I sat and she started pressing the ice pack to my muscles.

“Why do you want to stand? Let me get a chair for you too,” I said, as I tried to get up to fetch a chair for mom as she iced my shoulder.

“There’s no need. ” she said, pushing me back down.

“Here sit on my lap,” I said, as I patted my thigh.

“Rascal,” she said as she hit my arm playfully.

Mom left after applying the ice-pack. I sat there pondering what to do next? The day was uneventful and went by soon. I restlessly lay in bed trying to sleep but couldn’t. Somehow I went to sleep.

I left for college after hugging my goodbye. College was the same, I waiting for it to finish and it taking its own sweet time. I rushed home after it got over as soon as possible.

I went to the backyard and began exercising. I was midway when mom called for me.

“BETA..” mom yelled.

I looked towards the kitchen window.

“I’ll go and get some supplies for tonight. If anyone knock please open the door”

“Okay,” I said, resuming my workout.

A little before I was done, I heard the door open and slamming shut. Mom must have returned, I thought. I sat on the chair waiting for mom to arrive with the ice-pack.

As usual, she came out with the ice pack, but something was different. It seemed as if she had been crying. As walked towards me and was about to start applying the ice-pack.

“What happened?” I asked mom, as I stopped her from applying the ice pack.

“Nothing,” she said, brushing it off, trying to start applying the pack.

I got up. I gently placed one arm on her shoulder prodding her to tell me what happened.

She looked at me with big eyes.

“The grocer….The grocer tried to grab by hand on the pretext of returning money,” she said, as she broke down.

I was livid. My breathing became heavy.

“Come,” I said, as I took her hand and began walking.

“Where?” mom asked as she refused to leave.

“Just come with me,” I said in a commanding voice.

I quickly put on a t-shirt as we left the house, mom left the ice pack on the table.

Mom just followed as I led her through the streets to the grocer’s shop. He saw me coming and tried to leave his shop. I left mom’s hand and ran towards him. I intercepted him before he could leave the shop. I pushed him back in.

He ran behind the counter and I entered there too. I picked up the biggest weight he used to weigh his produce.

“Please let me go, I’m sorry,” he said as he folded his hands.

He was quite loud and a crowd assembled there. There were murmurs as to what happened.

“Which hand did you use to grab her?” I asked him.

He just kept apologizing.

“Beta, let it go,” mom said from the other side of the counter.

I shot a look at her and she didn’t utter a word again.

“Which hand?” I asked.

He just kept apologizing.

“If you don’t answer me now I’ll use this against your head,” I said, raising it up as I was about to hit him.

“Right hand…right hand,” he said, as he ducked.

“Keep it on the shelf,” I said.

He again began apologizing, so I raised the weight and promptly his hand went on the shelf. I grabbed his hand, just above the wrist and held his hand down.

I smashed the weight against his hand. There was a huge sound. There was blood all over the shelf. I definitely broke a bone or two too. I threw the weight and took mom by her hand leading her home.

As we entered I closed the door.

“You shouldn’t have done it,” mom said, as I turned towards her.

“I needed to,”

There was this silence. Mom looked at me lovingly, but there was lust in her eyes too. My best guess would be that she was turned on by this display of strength by me. I removed my t-shirt and went to the backyard and sat on the chair.

Mom picked up the ice pack, as she walked to where I sat.

The way she looked at me was different. I patted my thigh, as I signalled her to sit on it. Mom paused for a bit, looking at me nervously. I looked straight back into her eyes. She sat on my thigh as she iced my shoulder.

I put my hand around her waist. Mom heaved but did not move away. I nuzzled my face into her nape, inhaling her scent. As I did this I felt her fingers sliding across my back. I breathed heavily as her fingers slid across my back, finally coming to a halt as she dug her nails in.

I breathed down her nape as we sat there. With my other hand, I held her pallu as I slowly pulled it down. I eagerly waited as the fabric slid past her bosom revealing her cleavage. As the pallu fell to the ground our eyes met.

I could see that she was afraid, her eyes were ridden with guilt but I also could sensed that she wanted this to happen. I drew her into a tight embrace. The ice pack that she held fell to the ground as she hugged me back.

I let my hands go around the back of her knee as I scooped her up. I walked carrying her in my arms as her pallu dragged on the ground. I carried her over the threshold as we walked into her bedroom.

I sat down on the bed, making mom again sit on my thigh. My arm was still around her waist. As she got up I loosened my grip letting my fingers slide on her skin. As we looked at each other, she removed the sari that was tucked into her petticoat while I pulled my shorts and jockstrap below my knees.