The Chronicles Of Sonali – Part 1

Hello, I am Sonali, 45 years fit sexy and what you can categorize as the perfect MILF. Today I will tell you about an incident which changed my life for good. I have a very close friend Vineeta, a Malayali lady, who is my gym workout partner.

As we both had many things in common we hit it out pretty well and became close. We started discussing and sharing personal matters including our ex lives. As it turned out we were monogamous females. Just having sex with their husband for the sake of it, more into family matters like children and stuff.

We both were blessed with a son and our whole world revolved around our sons. While my son was into badminton her son was into cricket. Both were rocking at the national level.

One day Vineeta informed that she won't be able to hit the gym for a few weeks. Her son had sustained a fracture in both his palms while taking a stupendous catch in the slips. Her husband was away for a month on business tours abroad. So she had to stay home to take care of her son.

I sympathized with her situation and wished for a speedy recovery of her son. After three weeks when we met again in the gym it was an entirely new Vineeta. She looked not a single day older than 27 years and had a cherubic glow in her face.

Being a woman, I could guess that she must have taken a lover. Because this kind of youthful glow can only be exuded from quality lovemaking. Oh my God! My best friend was having an affair! being a nonjudgmental person. I thought it prudent not to pry but my curiosity started growing.

Reading about affairs in the print and having someone going through it right beside you is entirely different. I asked about her son and found that a mild blush spread across her cheeks. She informed that her son had recovered the strength of his hands. He was working on a new regime to enhance his fitness.

Why the blush? I suggested that we have dinner at my place in the evening. My husband was on an outstation tour and my son was in a training camp. She agreed gleefully. But she will leave by 11 pm as her son might need her help for the post-recovery medication. It had to be administered every night before bed.

We started the evening with our favorite Sula Champagne and Lucknow special Tundai kabab and prawn fries. Vineeta loosened up after two glasses and I felt confident to ask her about her new avatar. She started giggling like a teenager at the mention of an affair. I knew I was right.

"It is a younger man, isn't it?" I asked. She blushed strongly and admitted, "Yes, it is." I shrieked with joy and almost cried out, " Come on Vini you have to tell me about it." Her face turned a bit serious, "I can tell you but you have to promise that you are not going to judge me."

"Why should I? Come on Vini tell me you haven't got yourself some college guy almost half your age?"

"To be honest" there was a rather naughty smile spreading across her face "Much younger."

"How young?" my jaw almost dropped.

"19," she whispered and suddenly grabbed my hands " Please Sonali promise me not a word of this to anyone."

"I promise but you have to tell me everything."

I was intrigued to know about this young man she was having a hell of a time.

"I am dying to tell this to someone," she whispered, " I think there is no one else whom I can trust."

"You can trust me Vini."

She took a large seep and said, "It's Rick Hrithik."

My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. My jaw dropped, "You don't mean Hrithik, Rick?"

" Yes, I do. It's Rick, my precious boy."

She suddenly grabbed me and whispered in my ears, " My sweet son Rick is my lover. Oh please, Sonali please don't freak out."

I soothed her back with my hands "No I won't freak out." My heart was thumping like hell and I could feel her beating hard as well. " Let's say cheers to that and hear how it all happened Vini."

We gulped down the remains of our glasses and poured in two fresh drinks. I took large sips simultaneously and waited for Vineeta to start. "Well, Sonali here is how it all happened." Vineeta took a deep breath and started her narrative.

Rick fractured his palms while taking a miraculous catch in the slips. Ah my poor boy, so unable to use his hands most of the time. I fed him, tucked him to bed and gave sponge bath to him. He was managing his toilet toothbrush and sundry works on his own for a few days.

One day while giving him a sponge bath Rick asked whether we could employ a male nurse.

"Why my dear?" I asked.

"Mom I need a real bath. You can't possibly give me one."

"Come on Rick I have bathed you since you were born" I felt it as a challenge to my status as his mother "I can jolly well bathe you now."

"But mom I am not a little boy anymore."

"Oh shut up, you will always be my little boy, come to the bathroom."

I helped him out of his t-shirt and shorts and led him to the bathroom in his jockey underwear. I felt proud to see his well-muscled finely tuned body. Till then only my maternal instincts were predominant. Carefully wrapping his plastered hands in plastic, I started pouring water over him from a bucket.

Rick made a sigh of joy as after almost a week he was taking a real bath. I made him sit down on a stool so that I could wash his hair too. Then I applied shampoo on his hair and lowering his head gave him a good rinse.

"Ah, mom it feels good, needed this badly."

" Don't worry beta will give you a soap rub now."

I rubbed the soap over his back chest and his legs. I noted he had real strong thighs, manly thighs and for the first time, I looked at my son as a man. My boy had grown up and might be having several girls falling for him. Then I took the wet loofah and started giving him a back rub. He enjoyed it thoroughly.

"What a relief mom, my back itched so bad."

I proceeded to his front side and gave him a similar treatment. I finally started rubbing his soap laden foamy legs and thighs. As I held on to his right thigh and rubbed his left thigh, I heard a faint sigh emit from his mouth. It was not a sigh of relief, it sounded like an excited gasp.

Was it my hand on his thigh? I must be mistaken. So, he continued and proceeded for the other thigh. The moment I put my hand on his left thigh I heard the same sigh. I looked up and saw his eyes looking at me. He seemed a bit taken aback and I asked, "Rick are you in some pain?"

"No mom not at all."

I guessed it was my misinterpretation. With all the loofa work down I bathed him properly. Then the thought came into my mind what will I do with his underwear. It was all wet with soapy water. Since he was not in a position to remove it, I will have to do it.

Well, he can turn back if he felt embarrassed in front of his mother. So, I told him to stand up and went behind him.

"Beta, don't be embarrassed but I will have to take off your underwear."

"Ok, mom."

So, I pulled down his underwear from behind and could not take my eyes off his muscular well-toned bum. Ah, my sweet boy had indeed become a man. "Mom can you pour some water from behind," he paused "there." He added with lots of hesitation and added with a helpless tone. "It itches there too."

I felt my heartbeat faster than usual. But still didn't think it was abnormal. my son was in a helpless condition and was asking his mom to help him out. I was not the only mother in the world who had bathed her injured grown-up son. " Ok beta," was all I could say.

So, I took water in a mug and started pouring water on his private parts from behind. After three mugs Rick blurted out, "Mom, I don't know how to say but only water won't help. That's why I wanted a male nurse."

"Don't worry beta just tell me what you need mom can take care of her son."

"How do I put it, mom? Please do there, what you did to my back. I mean apply soap and loofa there, mom. It itches terribly."

Pity soared in my heart for my boy and my hand reached for the pears soap again. I was still behind Rick and with guesswork reached for his private parts and started soaping his penis. It was the soap and not my hands which were moving over his penis.

Rick let out a sigh which was unmistakably laden with pleasure. Then he instructed, "Mom the balls itch more." I was in a kind of trance and started soaping his balls till he was well lathered. Then I reached for the loofah and started rubbing his balls with it.

Even at this point, my skin had not touched his genitals. Rick groaned as I rubbed the loofa vigorously over his balls. "Ah thank you so much mom," he moaned, "What a relief from the itching." After a few minutes, he said, "Mom you can do there now."

Did I hear some excitement in his voice? Did I hear my heart thumping?

Still standing behind him I pressed the loofa on his penis and started rubbing gently. "Oh," Rick cried out, "The loofa hurts." The loofa fell from my hand, and we both stood stiff still. It seemed like an eternity.

Rick broke the silence awkwardly, " Mom can you simply use your hand? Please." I don't know what I was thinking, my mind was in a muddle. But I found my foamy hands seeking out his penis. The moment my fingers touched his penis I felt my heart race faster.

A strange burning sensation was building up in my throat. I rubbed my fingers over his penis and was astounded to find it in a tremendous erect position. What was I doing, giving my son an erection? But I was beyond reason and somehow was becoming desperate to hold his raging hard-on in my hands.

What the hell! It's just a mom giving a much-needed bath to her invalidated son! So, letting go of all inhibitions I wrapped my palm around his erect penis. It cut into my palm like a hot knife cuts through butter. The heat of his penis infiltrated right into my palpitating heart.

I felt his back twitch the moment I got him in my palm. He tried his best to suppress a deep moan of pleasure. However, he recovered and spoke in an absolute normal tone. "Ah thanks a ton, mom and now please rub it well." His tone sounded as if it was the most normal thing to do.

I just started stroking him. I had not yet seen his penis but he was quite thick and well hung. After stroking him for a minute I found him hardening further and could hear his breathing become faster. I felt like stopping and just wash him off with water.

But his hardening penis slithering to and fro in my palm was creating strange sensations in my stomach and down there. Damn it! Am I horny for my son? I had no control over myself. I found that I had started stroking him faster. Rick threw back his head eyes closed. I knew he was enjoying my stroking.

What am I doing jerking my son? But I just could not stop. He was just a man in the clutches of a woman. The faster I stroked the harder he grew and I knew he wanted me to make him cum. We continued silently but we both could hear our heavy breathing.

Then suddenly Rick groaned, "Oh Mom faster, please. And please don't stop until I tell you." I wanted to say a loud no. But found myself obeying his command. He was extremely hard. By the girth and length, he was bigger than his dad, at least seven inches.

I was always good with handjobs and my reflex action acquired over the years of servicing his dad, was now at its best. My palm flew to and fro at lightning speed. Rick groaned uncontrollably in tremendous pleasure and shrieked out.

"Oh, mom I can't hold it anymore. Oh my God, you are so good, mom. I am going to cum." I felt his penis go unbearably hard and felt the semen rushing up. I increased the speed further. Rick gave a long hard moan of pure ecstasy. I saw thick white spurts of cum hitting the bathroom walls with force.

I kept on stroking incessantly till he was fully spent and his groans subsided. Gasping for breath he said, "Mom I am sorry but thank you so much. I needed this badly." Then in a swift motion, he turned towards me and immediately my eyes fell on his penis.

It was still impressive to look at. He looked at my hand that was stroking him. It was heavily smeared with an amalgamation of soap foam and his last oozing. "Mom, now you can wash me up." I was still not able to speak. But slowly I washed him well jerking of the last remains of cum from his glans.

I dried him with a towel. I led him out to the bedroom and put on a t-shirt and boxer shorts on him. He looked me in the eye and I felt like a teenager and embarrassed at his looks. "Mom, are you feeling bad?" he asked gently.

I did not know what to say.

He added "Mom your hands felt so good I could not tell you to stop, you were too good. You are the best mom one could ever ask for. I love you, mom."

All I could do was take him in my arms and hug him, though he could not hug me back because of his broken palms. Then I found my voice and to my astonishment found myself saying, "Don't worry beta mom is always there for you."

Vineeta heaved a sigh and reached out for the Sula. She poured out for both of us. "So, Sonali, what do you think?" I said, "Well I just don't know what to say. But, it seems you have more to say Vini." Vineeta gave a wild naughty smile, "Sonali this was just the trailer. Picture abhi baki hai."