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Subject: {ASSM} Bathing Times (MF, inc)
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2003 20:10:02 -0400
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------------------BATHING TIMES----------------------

As far as I remember, my mom used to bathe me daily, till I attained
the age of 10. Many of my friends at that age used to take bath
themselves, but my mother was excessively concerned about my
cleanliness. Even after I crossed the age of 10, she used to give me a
bath occasionally, either on holidays or during the vacations.
Although I was ashamed of nudity before others, for my mom I was
willing to make an exception. "Ma-r kachhe abar lajja ki re ?" used to
be her pet words in Bengali when she used to undress me. Such
"occasional baths" stopped after I attained the age of 12 and my
childish prick gradually transformed into a manhood. I think she only
stopped making the suggestions for bath and left it to me for
cleanliness.

When my mom used to take me for a bath, she always used to arrange
everything before entering the bathroom - my clothes, my towel, her
clothes, her towel etc. The process of bathing me and the sprinkling
of water used to make her clothes wet. Just after I used to dress up
and come out of the bathroom, she used to take her own bath.

There is one incidence that I wish to recollect. I was aged 10 and my
mom 33 then. She took me to the bathroom and instructed, "Take off
your clothes Babun. I'll be back in a minute." I couldn't believe my
eyes when I saw her going to the other side of the partition of the
bathroom. Of course, it wasn't possible to see anything behind the
partition unless I mischievously intended and I didn't. When I was
undressing, I could hear the trickling sound of a stream. Then one or
two splashings of water, followed by a cistern flush. My prick
hardened and swelled up at the very imaginations of the act.

"Bhishon hissi peye giyechhilo (I had an urgency to pee)" she said as
she came back with a smile of relief. I was naked all over. She made
no notice of my stiff erect semi-adult semi-childlike member and
started bathing me in her usual caring way. By the time she had to
soap my legs and the member, it had come back to its normalcy (thank
God !).

Till my age of 10, she used to dry me completely  and then dress me
up. Beyond that age, bathing by mom were occasional and she used to
leave the drying and dressing up job to me whenever she took me for
bath. When I used to dry myself and get dressed in the bathroom, she
didn't waste her own time there. I could see her unwrapping the saree
and throwing on the washing tub. Then she used to start humming some
popular tune (a nice singer she is !), turn the tap on and fill the
bucket. By the time the bucket would fill up, she would  stick her
used "bindi" on the mirror and unbutton her blouse. By the time I
could finally tie my pajama knots, she would be just about to drop her
blouse into the tub.Yes, more than that I could never watch. It was
only up to her brassier and shaaya (petticoat). I used to come out of
the bathroom with a stiff, hard cock, imagining the rest of her
undressing acts to follow.


After my age of 12, bathing by mom stopped altogether. I missed that a
lot. With my adolescence, I used to have lots of fantasies. The usual 
ones used to involve my friends' mom, neighbour aunts, my own aunt
(chhotomashi). But the best ones were always with my mom.

I grew up. Finished my Class-X board and then Class-XII final exams. I
could finally manage to get into a reputed engineering college.
Staying in a hostel wasn't easy. I used to miss my parents, more my
mom and the home sickness affected me during the initial period. After
a long wait, I had my first long vacation after the First Year exams.
I was counting my days down. When would I meet my sweet dear mom again
? I had lots and lots of stories and gossips in store which I had to
tell my mom. Mom was more like a friend to me, with whom I could
freely discuss many things.

My first year exams weren't easy. I had to prepare a lot and shelve
all my "hidden thoughts." But, once the exam was over and I was on my
way home, all the hidden thoughts surfaced with greater thrusts.

When we first saw each other after such a long gap, both of us felt
emotional. She lost no time to hug me tightly and kiss my forehead and
cheeks. I too returned those with our love and affection showering
upon each other.

I had many stories to tell her, so many things that I couldn't share
with her for so long. I was not prepared to miss even a single moment
of my time with her.

The days progress so fast. Even my long cherished vacation was getting
over. It was the last day of my vacation. A sombre mood was prevailing
at my home. I was trying to make fun with her but soon realized that
those were becoming quite artificial.

It was time to take bath. When she found me making preparations, she
wanted to check up if I have performed my habitual tasks and asked me
with  a very low voice, almost like a whisper, "Hagoo korechhis ?"
(Did you answer to the big nature's call ?")
There was none else in the home. But still such questions should only
be asked privately.
"Oh yes." I said.
"That's like a good boy." she said in an affectionate way.
"When ?" she asked with a sense of curiosity.
"You were cooking then...."I answered.
"Oh, is it ? I must not have noticed that."
"Tumi hagoo korechho ?" I was not hesitant to throw back the
embarrassing question to my mom.
"Oh yes. Much before you woke up this morning."she said smilingly.
There was no sign of embarrassment in her innocent eyes. "That's my
daily habit, you know,"she continued.
"Hope you didn't mind my asking that...."
"Oh no, why ? I only asked you first."she said.
 
She paused for a moment and then continued, "You feel shy before me,
don't you ?"
"I don't know." I replied.
"I think so. May be because you are grown up now."
"I might have grown up, but still a child for you." I said.
"Sure ?" she asked me with a kiss on my forehead. "Can I bathe you
now, like the way I used to do when you were this small ?" she said,
indicating my earlier height with respect to her.
The moment she suggested this, I had an unusual feeling in me, which I
find difficult to describe. There was one self of mine which was eager
to grab this offer and enjoy what I missed for all these years. Yet,
there was another self which felt shy at the thought of exposing my
adult body before her. What a contradictory combination of thoughts !
Which one do I want ?
"Now mom, suppose I agree. Wouldn't you find it embarassing to bathe
your adult child ?"
"Why should I ? Come on. Challenge ?" she asked with a will. "Would
you like to have it ?" she asked with a naughty smile.
"Today, you mean ?" I couldn't control my excitement.
"If you wish...."she chuckled.
 I knew that my inner wish has won. Yet, I was too shy to express my
complete submission.
I Just rushed to my mom and buried my shy face to her upper chest. She
embraced me closely with all the force she could apply - softly,
warmly and so lovingly. I threw my arms over her shoulders and asked,
"Ma, you can always read my mind. Can't you ?"
"I can, my boy." she asked as she caressed me softly.
"Won't you arrange your clothes too ?" I asked, just reminding her of
our old habit.
"Oh yes, I'll be there in two minutes. You can start."

I went to the bathroom, but didn't undress immediately. Just kept my
clothes on the rack and wasn't sure what to do next.
In the meantime, mom entered the bathroom. Seeing me there standing in
my usual way, she smiled, "Hey, what happened ? I thought you have
undressed by now."
Mom kept her shaya, bra, blouse and towel on the rack. She never
brings the saree that she would wear after the bath to the bathroom.
She always wears that in her bedroom.
"Come" she called me. I could hear my own heartbeat in excitement,
when I realized that within the next couple of minutes, mom is going
to undress me. And I will surely love to take her help in undressing
rather than doing it myself.
I came close to her and raised my arms up, as she started rolling up
my banyan.
"Hey, you are much taller than me now. My arms can't reach that much
up," she said in despair.
"Lo, here is my wee mum" I said with lot of fun and tried to lift her
up to match my height.
Even though my mom is not short by any standards (she is 5 ft. 4inches
almost !), I always tell it that way, only to prove that I have
surpassed her height.
Lifting 75 Kgs of load wasn't too easy, but I could still prove my
strength for a few seconds and brought her toes back to the floor.
"So, given up ? Here it is," I said while handing over my banyan to
her.
It was wet, resulting out of my sweat. My mom had a smell of it and
made a bitter face. "With all the sweat, it smells awful !" she said,
while dropping that piece immediately into the washing tub. I placed
my stretched arms on her shoulders and joined them at the back of her
neck.

Up to the banyan, it was easy, but not the next one, that's my pajama.
It was tenting up, showing visible signs of my arousal. There was a
hidden feeling of exhibitionism in me that wanted have my "adult
piece" exposed and made me excited. The feeling was getting more and
more intense as I waited for my mom's loving touch right there !
"Feeling shy ?" she asked me with a very low voice. Almost inaudible
it was !
Before I could answer to her question, she asked me, "Shall I ?"
I couldn't understand immediately what she meant, as she kept the
question incomplete, leaving it to my guess, which I couldn't.
"You ....will  do what ?" I asked.
"Maybe you won't feel uncomfortable if we bathe together" she
suggested with a naughty smile.

Instead of being able to control my "tent", it only swelled up
manyfold as I tried to imagine what would be her suit during bath.
Without anything ? My heart was pumping vigorously at the very
imagination of it and she left it unspecified for the time being.

She looked at my nails and scolded, "Don't you trim your nails
regularly ? It has grown too much. It's unhygenic. Don't you know that
?"
"Okay, Ma ! I'll do that."
"When ? Get me the nail cutter now. I'll do it for you." she ordered.
I couldn't disobey her. I went out and brought the nail cutter.

"Don't you know that dirt gets trapped inside ?" she was saying, as
she trimmed all my nails with great care. Mother's care always makes
things so different.

Mom brought her long, dark braid (binuni) of hair (even at the age of
41, she could maintain that !) to the front and started unwinding it.
She was looking nice. I brought my right fingers to her chin lovingly.
Kept my left palm on her forehead and then touched her both cheeks
together and slowly rubbed my palms over her face. There was love
everywhere. Lots of love is always there with us but now it was taking
a new form that was yet unknown and unexplored !

She came closer to me and brought her lips on my chest and neck. Now,
I leaned and kissed her forehead. She was slowly raising her lips,
while I was slowly lowering, in perfect synchronization. They were
closer, closer and finally like two opposite poles of magnets, they
touched. This was my first touch with her lips. It sent electrifying
sensations down through my spines. God ! Is this new form of love so
beautiful? It wasn't still a kiss, but the warmth of touch grew
stronger with moistness. We opened our lips and made each others lips
moist. It was a kiss now, a kiss that is so much different from what
we had experienced through pure affection for so many years. We had a
territory of love that was implicitly defined, but now that territory
was shattered. We were as if breathing through each others mouth and I
was hypnotized with the smell that was coming out of her breath - so
motherly, yet so sexy.

"Ma, you smell so nice." I said.
"Do I ?" she asked. 

We were in close embrace and now the manhood of mine was not only hard
and strong, it was almost oozing droplets, as my mom unfastened my
pajama. It couldn't come down, as its upper part rested on my hard
cock. She had to place her fist right there to make my pajama fall.
With so much of blood flow in my male organ, the tip was red and was
shining with maximum stretch. Mom bent down to keep my pajama too on
the tub. She was still fully dressed. She was wearing a pale blue
coloured cotton saree, which had lost both colour as well as lustre
and looked too dull.

She dropped the pallu of her saree and then took out folds tucked
under the front part of her shaaya. She unwrapped the saree off her
body and dropped into the tub, which was getting full with our worn
garments. She turned her back to me and started unbuttoning her blouse
one by one. My organ was still erect and hard, as I watched with
interest the next acts. She took the light blue coloured blouse off
her arms and dropped  into the tub. She was still having the shaaya
and to hide her treasures. Slowly I gathered the courage to ask her
with curiosity if she would be nude.

"Ma.....", I just managed to say this much. My toungue couldn't move
further. It got dried up.
"What, my boy ?" she asked affectionately, as her fingers reached the
hooks of her brassier.
"Tumi ki ekdom nyangto hoye snan korbe ?" ("Will you be nude ?")
She burst into laughter."Oh my boy ! That's how I do daily."
 "May I unhook ?"I asked, when she was about to unhook her bras.
"Okay." she approved.
 My fingers were trembling in excitement, as  I unhooked her bras,
took the traps out of her shoulders and dropped that into the tub.

I was in so much of excitement that I couldn't suppress the temptation
of grabbing her breasts from behind. It was so warm and tender. I
placed my palm under her breasts and applied my loving pressures on
both of them simultaneously.
"Ahhhh, lagchhe !" she said, as she experienced pain resulting out of
my squeeze.
"Sorry mum !" I apologized.
"It's okay. Just do that softly...." she said, as she placed both my
palms over her nipples, which I still couldn't see as I was behind
her. My erect cock was getting pressed to her ass crack, with the
shaaya acting as the only barrier in between.

Mom now turned to the front of mine. That was my first glimpse of her
pair of lovely breasts, ever since I stopped sucking, which I don't
remember and no child does. She didn't allow me to watch more. She
hugged me tightly and I lowered my face to hide it inside her bare
breasts. Her palms rested on the back of my head. I sunk into a new
world of peace. My mother's breasts, which is an asset of worship. I
explored the texture of her skin colour there. So soft and so smooth
my mother's breasts are ! The aureols were light purple in colour, the
circle was uniform. I made her dry breasts wet by opening my mouth and
licking all around with my tongue. Then I kissed her nipples and
started sucking them, as if I was a child once more.
"Chhoto belar khide-ta ekhono meteni bujhi ?" (Yet to quench the
thirst of your childhood ?")she jokingly asked.
"Na, na. Aro , aro....." I wanted more and more. She put her arms
around me.
"Hey, we'll get late for bath, my boy." she reminded.
I was in no mood to leave that. 
"It's so nice, Ma !" I said in complement.
"Not as good as it was when you were a child. It has sagged with my
ageing."
"Come on. Who says you are aged. You still look like a young lady." I
said.
"Shut up !" she said, even though she liked my words.

I started kissing below her breasts, all the way upto her navel.Her
petticoat had an opening where the string is tied. It was too dark
inside the opening and nothing was visible. I was eager to unfasten
her shaaya. I stood up and brought her close to me -as close as I
could.
 I slowly attempted to unfasten the strings of her shaaya (petticoat).
"Khulbo ?" I asked for her permission.
She just nodded and buried her face within my breasts.
"Ei gero pore jabe !" she cautioned against the risk of the strings
getting fastened instead. I made no mistake.
It came down, crossing the lovely terrains of my mother's buttocks. It
was something that I always tried to visualize and felt excited while
jacking myself off in my solitude. I touched her mounds of flesh
lovingly and patted there gently.
"Tomar pachhata ki sundar Ma" I said with full of praise for her
lovely buttocks.
She slapped me lovingly, with a mild husky tone "Naughty !"
"Do you know Ma, when I had my first glance at it ?"
"When ? " she wondered.

"I was in Class Nine. It was on a Thursday. The dhobi was there to
deliver and collect the clothes. You felt like  giving her shaya  for
washing. While dhobi was busy in counting the clothes, your hands went
inside the saree and then you  unfastened your shaaya. It exposed your
buttocks for a split second, before you  could cover yourself with 
the saree ......". The memory of the incident that I told her was
making me more and more excited.
"I must be in a hurry. Must have kept urgent  household works
pending." she explained. "I feel irritated when he comes during my
busy times."


Both of us were fully naked in a close embracing position. I turned on
the shower. Water started trickling down gently. Through her hair,
down her breasts, down her bushes, down her thighs, legs, beyond her
toes.There was  complete silence, except the trickling sound of water.
We were looking with loving eyes toward each other. In perfect
closeness. She kissed my forehead and brought her face down.Close to
my lips. My body was on fire again as we kissed and rubbed our lips
together again. Mom was getting red in excitement. "Ei Babun ! Ki
hochchhe ! Chhar bolchhi - paji chhele".But that protest wasn't strong
enough to stop me.I could sense that my rock hard cock was about to
explode. She took it within her fists and kept it close to her
untrimmed thick bush.
"Is it paining ?" she asked with my cock still within her fists.
"A bit..." was my short reply.
"It's so hard ! What do you do when it's like this ?"she asked. 
 I couldn't disclose my masturbation habits. I just kept quiet.

"Let's relax on the floor and enjoy the shower." she said.
Mom sat on the floor, just underneath the shower and leaned back. Her
head and neck were resting against the wall and she was almost in a
lying down position. The shower was powerful enough to spray water all
over her nude body.
"Come here. Just rest upon me and allow your back to get the water
sprayed." she suggested. I lowered myself on top of her. Again our
lips met and rubbed. This time, not only the lips, but our naked
bodies were rubbing and getting ignited once more.
"It will be painful, if you try to retain the load...." she said,
while touching my penis once more. "Release it within me...." she
whispered. With the sound of trickling water in the background, it was
difficult to hear, but I could manage to hear her ultimate invitation.
"Ma ! What are you saying ?" I asked.
"It's just to help you in your release."she answered.
I still looked at her with disbelief. She said, "It's okay. I have
told you to do."

She widened her thighs apart and held my cock close to her bushes. 
"Just lower  yourself a bit to get to the correct position."she said.
I tried but I was unsuccessful to penetrate. Mom tried to raise her
stretched legs a bit to come closer to the position. With an
inexperienced person like me, things weren't easy. But with her 20
years of experience, she could direct things in the right way. She
raised her knees and lowered my buttocks. It helped.
"Ei to....I'll widen my thighs it a bit more. Yesss..., it's near the
right spot.Just push."
"It's slipping out mom"
"Dur Boka chhele. Ektu chaap dite hoy dhokar samayte........."
The "push"  led to the ultimate destiny a manhood seeks ! So wet, so
slippery, so much of juice of love and affection the entire tunnel
could offer to me. Is it so nice because I came to this lovely  world
through this ?
So easy and enjoyable my moment of entry  was when I finally did it ! 
"Parli to ? It's not difficult. Nature always helps" 
"Nature or mother ?" I asked her.
She only smiled. She didn't answer. Was she feeling shy at that very
moment ? I don't have an answer.
She was kissing me profusely as I remained  fully inside her.I pounced
upon her breasts to have another round of squizzing and licking. Then
I was ready to begin the thrust.
"Ektu aste... Babun !" she cautioned me to go slow.
I was thrusting in and out, as she moaned with pleasure.
"Penetrate more, Babun , please....more...aro
jore...harder...deeper....Oh my God !"
 We got into a rhythm - "up and down", and "up and down...".Finally, I
could release my load of thickened stuff  - deep deep inside, well
beyond the last point I could reach. My overflowing semen  got washed
away with the streams of water that continued to bathe us.We held each
other closely, till the fire within us subsided.

We started soaping each other. Neither she nor I left a single square
millimeter of our body untouched. With foam I covered up her breasts
and the bushes. Soon, those got bare again as the water spray trickled
down. Suddenly, I pointed out to a white line within her untrimmed
bushes. Was it a strand of gray hair there ? That's what I wondered,
but after having a close look, I realized that it was remnance of my
stuff.

Water flowed and flowed. With that it washed away the residues of our
love juice , all the soap foams that we created and finally the tears
of emotion in each other's arms when we realized that in a few hours,
we would be leaving each other again.

The bath was over. We dried ourselves up and then sprayed talcum
powder on each other to soothen us from the summer heat. She came
close to me again. I raised her arms up and sprayed powder on her arm
pits. Then I powdered her neck, back, breasts and belly. Her bathed
body was cool, soft and tender.  My limp organ was coming  to life
again.
"Not again...." she warned.

When my mom dressed up, she was looking sweet and lovely. I kissed her
again.This time, at her cheeks. She too returned those with love.


 

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