Ravi, the only Son of his parents, was staying with his Paternal Grandfather, a 75 year old man. Ravi was in his second year of college. Seeing Ravi's excitement his Grandfather commented, "Ravi, don't you even want to have breakfast?" Ravi said "I am so excited to see my Mother and to see the gifts my Mother will be bringing for me, that I don't feel any hunger at all". His Grandfather said lovingly, "Malathi is really lucky to have such a loving Son who loves his Mother more than anything in the world".
But only Ravi was knowing the REAL REASON behind his excitement. His own Mother Malathi, a 46 year old plump woman, with big boobs, large thighs and bulging buttocks, was the sole object for his jack off fantasies since he was 15, for the past three years. The last time his Mother came on leave, by chance Ravi had seen his Mother in a state of semi undress, in bra and underskirt, and even though the accidental view lasted only a few seconds, and that too without his Mother knowing it, his Mother's voluptuous body was deeply rooted in his mind and since then his every day jack off was fuelled by erotic and perverted thoughts about his Mother.
Ravi had a picture of his Mother dressed in saree, standing with one of her colleagues, taken at Kuwait, in his table top. That picture was sent by his Mother last year. Ravi had persuaded his Grandfather to enlarge the photo, and to frame it for keeping in his table top. His Grandfather immediately obliged, thinking about the love Ravi was having for his Mother. But little did his Grand Father know the real purpose behind enlarging the photo. Every day Ravi used to look at his Mother's picture and fantasize while jerking off. He would imagine his Mo... Läs hela novellen
