Ishan’s father left his gorgeous mother for a younger woman. Now, Ishan is the only man in her life and she wants him to fulfill all her needs. A wonderful mother son sex story.
Ishan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o’clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her.
“Hello Ma!” he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her.
“Oh, My Beta! I’m so happy to see you,” she said leaning down “It seems like it’s been forever since I last saw you.”
She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not to look, but the temptation was too great. He felt himself blush as he sneaked a peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts.
“You’d better stop leaning out so far or you’ll fall,” he told her, pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful breasts from view once again.
“I was just so excited to see you,” she laughed happily, slowly leaning back into the car.
“Hurry up, get on board,” she gushed ecstatically, “Hurry!”
Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and his mother were put up in a two member cabin. He entered the train and went to their cabin. He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing in the doorway waiting for him.
“Oh, My Beta!” she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.
The smell of his mother’s intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took her into his arms. Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest. His mother hadn’t changed a bit, he thought. She was still a very affectionate woman.
“Come on inside,” she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside, “I have so much to tell you.”
Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him. She didn’t speak for a long time as she stood looking at him affectionately. Ishan felt himself blush as his mother’s eyes travelled up and down his body. Finally, she sat down beside him. “God, it is good to see you,” she sighed, taking hold of his hand and giving it a hard squeeze. “You’re all I’ve got now.” Then she began to talk. It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce. Now it all came pouring out.
Ishan knew that his father had left his mother for a younger woman. It had been several weeks since it had happened and Ishan had talked to his mother several times on the phone since then. He thought she had handled it quite well, but now face to face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there six months ago. She began to unload her burden of depression, guilt, and blame onto him once again. She told him how Ishan had left her without any notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do. He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere in Goa.
Ishan knew this much as his father had called him and told him that he had left his mother. His father had said it was his fault and that Ishan shouldn’t blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had offered no excuses or alibis. He had just stated that he found his secretary, Swati more compatible. His father did tell Ishan that he had left his mother very well off financially.
Ishan sat listening to his mother unload her troubles onto him. After a few minutes, she stopped talking. She reached out and pulled him to her. “I don’t think I can ever trust any other man, but you,” she said emphatically, “did you know that?”
Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move. As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Reaching out instinctively to brace herself, her hand plunged down into his crotch, landing squarely on top of his semi-erect penis.
Momentarily pinned against him as the train continued to gain momentum, she didn’t move her hand for several seconds. At last the impetus lessened and she moved away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he told her. Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the sound of the train picking up speed. Soon they were speeding along, adapting to the slight swaying vibration of the train. After a few more moments, his mother began talking again. Holding onto his hand like she was afraid that he would leave her too. Ishan felt sorry for her. She had been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on. As the train sped along, she would talk a while and then cry for a while. Comforting her best he could, he could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while. Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She seemed to be deep in thought.
Sitting back, Ishan absent-mindedly checked her for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were no other obvious signs of the obvious strain she was under. He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty. Unconsciously admiring her, he saw her long, silky hair falling down over her shoulders, framing a face that could grace any fashion magazine. Big, full breasts swelling out proudly above her flat, trim belly. Long, graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks. Her feet, tiny and bare were blemish free. Yes, his mother was an exceptional beauty. His father must be stupid.
He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man; if she ever decided to start looking again as men would come running after her. He just hoped it would not happen. But right at the moment, she didn’t seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship. She had told him over and over again that she didn’t think she could ever trust another man, except him. It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big, ghastly scar that might not ever heal.