Mumbai rain and mother son's love--1
Rashmi is costing herself while taking a deep breath as soon as she steps outside her office building. There was a black cloud in the sky. Due to dark clouds, the afternoon of the month of September also looked like night. Due to the light drops falling from the sky, the white tiles installed at the entrance of the building had become stained. It was one of those moments when Rashmi wished that she would do some job sitting on the chair behind the table and not this job that she was doing while running in the sunshine.
Taking a cold sigh, he again berates himself that to save a few bucks, he had parked his car in the open air car parking, which was a little far from the building, which was free and not in the pad car parking in the basement. She was cursing herself but her father's words were echoing in her ears, which she often used to repeat "Saving one rupee is worth earning one rupee" and keeping this as her belief and following it, she spent her life. I had made a lot. From her high schooling to raising her children and teaching them in good colleges in another city, it was almost impossible after the sudden death of her husband two years ago.
As soon as her husband's attention came, Rashmi prevented the tears from coming out of her eyes with great difficulty. A drunk driver had snatched her husband from her forever. His first and only love was snatched from him, in a way his life was snatched from him. But still, working with patience and courage, he had started a new life with the help of his children. He started working in Life Insurance and Mutual Funds and it was also earning him good income, although the work was very difficult. But one of the good things about this was that she used to be quite busy now and her attention was diverted from the solitude of her lonely life and the house was also running well with this job.
Due to the strong thunder of clouds, Rashmi comes out of the past and comes again in the present. She steps forward by placing her briefcase over his head. Her high heel sandals make a loud crackling sound due to her fast running speed. The wind was blowing very strong, due to which he had to press his dress with one hand to save it from flying overhead. His walking speed had increased because the raindrops had become heavy.
"Oops! This one too has to come!" grunting as she removes her briefcase from her head, she puts it to her chest. It was raining heavily now and Rashmi is beating herself again when she realizes that her hair was wet and clinging to her neck. She was barely fifty meters away from her car when the clouds roared just as loudly and then the very next moment it started raining heavily and she was badly drenched from head to toe.
Shaking a little, Rashmi ran the rest of the distance and quickly opened the car door, threw her briefcase inside and then sat down on the driving seat. Due to the heat of his body and the difference in temperature outside, the leads of the car had become foggy. Rashmi turned on the air condition and the sound of the windscreen glass started to move away. She feels a little restless as the shoes are full of water and she takes them off. She is thankful that she had an automatic car. Slightly trembling, she puts the vehicle in gear and starts driving while bringing it on the road.
Heavy torrential rain was making noise by banging the roof of the car like a drum. A full wave of rain was falling on the windscreen and he was finding it very difficult to see the road. She glances at her watch and realizes that she has to cancel her appointment because not only was she late but it was impossible to meet clients in the state she was in.
She picked up her mobile and fixed her appointment for Monday because today was Saturday and she didn't work on Sundays. Rashmi feels a little relieved seeing that the traffic on the road has reduced considerably. She drives home carefully and stops the car in front of the main door. She wanders around looking for her umbrella on the back seat, which she often carries in the car. But she doesn't get it and she remembers that she had used it only yesterday and then forgot to put it back.
"Damn! I am so stupid too. Now I have to get wet again." Rashmi gets angry at herself.
She waits for the rain to subside a bit and rushes open the car door and reaches the main door. It takes her some time to open the main door while tangled a little with the keys, but by that time she was again flooded with water. As soon as she enters inside, she closes the main door, due to the water flowing from her body and clothes, it becomes like a pond of water on the floor.
"Ummmm......high mom!"
Rashmi turns around after hearing the voice and sees her son Ravi sitting in front with three more boys and two girls. There were many books scattered on the table in front of him.
"Mother you are... of course... you are wet..." says Ravi to his mother while his friends were staring at his mother in tears. "Okay you change quickly"
"Yeah! Yes! I'm just going to change now" Rashmi replies softly when she realizes that all eyes are staring at her. Moving quickly, she starts climbing the stairs above.
"Oh my god! You haven't told us till today, your mom is so sexy"
"You guys saw how fat and taut her chubby momma was"
"And his ass….Wow! His ass was tighter than yours to see Shikha"
"Stop the bullshit, I'll tell you Rajan..."
"And have you seen his legs? What a great stuff your mother is"
"Now just do it! For God's sake..she's my mommy"
Rashmi was listening to all these things standing just above the stairs. He was very surprised to hear all this. She was glad that her son was getting angry with his friends for her, but also a little disappointed that now he had stopped praising her even though it was being done in obscene language. He felt that now that thing was not there in him, but today when he heard such words for himself after a long time, he felt a different thrill, it was a pleasant and joyful feeling. She moves towards her bedroom and starts wiping her long black hair by picking up a towel.
What comments were still being made on Rashmi's beautiful and sensually body below, but now she could not hear them clearly. He could hear a loud laugh and then someone shouting loudly. He felt a thrill, a shiver in him--he didn't understand whether it was because of the cold he got from getting wet in the rain, or whether he had liked his obscene compliments getting down so much. With a slight smile on her face, she threw her towel and stood in front of the mirror.
As soon as he saw his axis in the glass, the smile disappeared from his face. Her summer dress of light sky color got wet in the rain and was badly stuck to her body. Her dress became almost completely transparent and perfectly outlined her long legs, slim waist and huge breasts. Her blue briefs and bra were easily visible and the wet dress bare the upper part of her momma from above. Looking carefully, she could see her nipples protruding on top of her dress.
"Oh my god!" She is surprised to see her condition in the mirror and her hand goes over his mouth. "I really look naked"
"Yeah mom...you're almost naked and...they all saw you in this form."
Hearing the voice, Rashmi suddenly turned around and saw her son standing on the door frame. His eyes staring at her like burning embers were being carved into his almost bare body. Rashmi's eyes subconsciously go downstairs where she sees a big tent built on her son's waist. In response, her hands are raised to cover the joint of her breast and thigh.
"You... where are your friends?" She asks him, trying to look normal.
"He's gone"
"But it is still raining very hard outside.....how is it in AC rain...?" Rashmi asked in surprise.
"I told them to leave." Ravi had a strange feeling on his face. Apart from looking a bit upset, he was also looking a bit fearless.
"Come sorry son, I did not know that there is anyone at home, you too are often out of the house at this time." Rashmi speaks softly "It is not my fault that I got wet due to rain"
"No, that's not the point, mom..." Ravi whispers softly.
"Not complete, some thing, what he was talking about earlier." Rashmi smiles. "Actually I was quite surprised to hear all that"
"And then he started talking worse"
"What were they saying?" Rashmi asks in curiosity.
"He...he...was saying...that... I won't be able to tell in mommy. He was using very lewd words"
"What was he saying like that? Tell me exactly what he was saying?" Rashmi asks patiently and with emphasis.
"They...they were saying...how can I live in this house with you without... without...?"
"I don't understand what you are saying. Without what?" Rashmi asks
"Without fucking you!!!! You look so hot and sensual, so how am I living in the same house with you without fucking you? Ravi said sternly." told to leave. And then... then..."
Rashmi was shocked to know all this, but at the same time she was also curious after hearing those vulgar remarks made by her son's friends.
"And then they all started laughing at me and told me that I want to fuck you in my heart, that's why I'm so nervous to hear the truth and I'm getting so angry"
Rashmi's eyes go down again and stop on Ravi's lode. It had been two whole years, seeing him as Lauda, the matter of taking it in the pussy was different. She raises her eyes quickly when she realizes that she is staring at her real son's son. Rashmi's heart was beating very loudly.
"And... have you really... really ever thought of that?" Rashmi speaks in an almost inaudible voice. "Do you really want to fuck me?"
"Mom...you...how can you ask me like that?" Ravi whispers softly without breathing.
"Tell me! I want to know! Do you really want to fuck me?" Rashmi was eagerly and restlessly waiting for her son's answer under some unknown feeling.
"Yeah...yes! I want to." At last Ravi replies, his eyes fixed on the floor below. "You are so beautiful mother...and the intoxication of your body makes me so excited that I just can't control myself and I start thinking about you all that I shouldn't even think about."
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