It was quite a visual, my mom was on her knees in front of Visu who just had his fly opened. Other than for his fly opening he is completely dressed, as well as my mom in her admirable fetching yellow saree, my mom was sucking his penis so passionately as if that's what she born for and caressing his balls with her hands, I could see his right hand holding my mom's beautifully maintained hair so sturdy, and he was controlling the whole situation like a puppeteer. I could hear the Rihanna song 'work' playing in the room to almost silence. He made her lick his penis head for a minute, and shove the whole damn thing down her throat and hold it for a minute. He let her take a breather for a second or two, then shoving it back in. I watched this whole ordeal from the bedroom window which was opened moderately, I could see tears running down from her mascaraed eyes because of the gagging. As she pushed herself forward her throat contracting around his penis, making his penis constricted by gripping the root, he moaned, moaned shudderingly, I could feel him crying with pleasure, its all ended when shot a load of cum on her face. She watched him shoot the load with tremendous pleasure, helped him point his cock to her face, once its almost done she took the cock back to her mouth and sucking the last drops of his cum, then she started cleaning every bit of his dick by running her tongue down. He noticed my presence as he looked into the window, for whatever mystifying reasons he didnt utter anything to mom, I took that time to leave them to their oblivion.
Life has been miserable ever since the imbroglio, I couldnt take that image of my mom giving blow job to a stranger out of my mind. That too to a person of my age - or almost he should be four or five years elder to me - I was disconsolate enough I needed at least a bath to cheer me up. Bath didnt help, I was washing myself multiple times as if I am trying to wipe out that image. How could I remove something that struck me so deep it became part of me. Came out of the bath and to my surprise I saw my mom just entering the room, I was completely naked. I didnt try to hide even with my hand.
She said "I am sorry Sindhu, I didnt know you were taking bath." trying to turn away from me, she always gave me my privacy, as this almost never happened after I have grown up. At least a towel or brassiere and definitely a pantie. I had so much respect, indisputable admiration for her before that incident, that couldnt diminish in half an hour whatever that incident may be, she is what you could call a perfect Indian mother, not a millennial mother who is like a best friend of her only daughter. She is kind of a traditional one, who didnt give all the freedom in the world, I could say she is very strict, uncompromising border line authoritarian. That doesnt mean she didnt like me, she meant to protect me from all the bad in the world. I understand the sacrifices she has to do in order to send me to all the singing and dance classes. Until few years ago she will be always there for all the classes, to drop me pick me up. Loved the way she took care of me she ran the household in near perfect state. I brooded over that incident, I wished it was just an occasional dalliance.
"Thats alright Amma, give me a minute" I said, trying to cover me up with a towel. I didnt know whether Visu told her about what I saw, I wish he didnt. I needed time to process the information just got available to me.
"You were supposed to come from college by this time, so I was looking for you. You took bath in the morning, what happened? Are you alright" she asked. My gut feeling was that Visu didnt tell her anything. There is some chance that even after he told her she is still trying to hide that from me, my mind negated that chance. My mind conflated various ideas including adultery, threatening or just pure love but denouement of the mind was still ambivalent and I couldnt come to a conclusion. Even though an ephemeral the incident was an epiphany - a sudden realization - that I dont know her at all. What I was going through was ineffable even to my mind. Ingenue word popped up in my mind when I was thinking about her, but she was completely opposite, not young, and very much sophisticated.
"Nothing Amma, I just want to clear something out of my mind."
My comely demure mom must have cleaned herself before started looking for me, I thought, all the cum from the blowjob is gone now. She looked fabulous and irresistible, without any make-up, she is a natural beauty with her thigh length hair complimenting her round face. Her big eyes and dark eyebrows gave a unique and spellbinding look, little bit of mascara made her already dazzling eyes enchanting. The evanescent memory is almost impossible to hold on to, the condemnation I felt is fast disappearing. But it had another exert influence on my mind, I started to have an obscene untoward feeling for my mom, still vestigial but beginning to grow on me. By this time I wrapped myself with the towel, she scanned my whole body for few minutes - top to toe - she must be proud of what she has so efficaciously produced. An attractive young, bubbly and state of art Tamil girl, gorgeous and glowing youth, she was always proud of what I have accomplished through my singing and dancing, but glimpse of my avant-garde naked body should make her proud of my body as well.
"Please dry your hair Sindhu, otherwise you will get cold." I was about to do that with blow dryer, but as she picked another towel from cub-board and I was very much in need of her touch I didnt oppose the idea of her drying my hair manually. As I sat down on the edge of the bed she started drying her her, my head touched her boobs in the process, I could feel the how sturdy they were. She could clearly see my cleavage from her view, I quickly wrapped the towel around the boobs. I am pretty sure she was not interested in it, she left the towel with me and said. "Okay now get it done. I will make some evening snacks for you." immediately left that room.
I initially thought of following her surreptitiously. But I was absolutely aroused by the nature of the serendipity.
