Mom me and Election Duty

Mom me and Election Duty

Hello friends, I’m Akshay. I’m 23 years old and hold a B.Sc. degree in Agriculture. My grandfather instilled a love for farming in me, and I developed a genuine interest in it. We own six acres of farmland—not a huge amount, but substantial. Our family is well-off; both my parents are teachers. After I finished 12th grade, they wanted me to become a doctor or an engineer, but my heart was set on farming. Without wasting any more of your time, let me tell you my story. This story is about something that happened between my mother and me. My mother is 43, and my father is 49. She looks stunning—fair-skinned and tall, with firm Ball and a shapely, round bottom. I had never thought of her in a sexual way before. Since my parents were teachers, I was raised with a fair amount of discipline. My mother taught at a school three kilometres away, while my father taught at 125 kilometres away. I used to spend my time either at home or on the farm. Since the farm was generating a good income, no one really questioned what I did. Then, elections were announced, and both my parents were assigned election duty. I won't mention exactly where their duty was located.

When Mom got assigned election duty, we gathered some information about the place; it was a remote village, and she was the only woman on the team. There weren't any relatives nearby, either. Dad suggested to Mom:

Dad: "Why don't you take Akshay along?"

Mom: "Oh, but will he come?"

Dad: "Why wouldn't he? You two can't stand being apart."

(Friends, Mom and I shared a pretty open relationship. We used to joke and tease each other a lot. You know how it is—when parents are open and friendly with their kids? That’s how we were.)

Mom: "It would be great if he came along." I came home in the evening. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and Dad was watching TV. I went to my room, freshened up, and came to the hall for dinner. While we were eating,

Dad brought up the topic: Dad: "Akshay, I need you to do something."

Me: "Yeah, Dad, go ahead."

Dad: "Your mom has been assigned election duty, and I want you to go with her. It’s a remote village; having you there would be good company for her."

Me: "But Dad, what would I do there? I’d get bored. I don't want to go."

Mom: "Come on, Akshay..."

Me: "No." Mom: "Please, come for my sake."

Mom gave me a really pleading, pitiful look. Once she said "please," I had no choice but to agree.

Two days passed just like that. Papa left for duty, and Mom and I set out. We left by bus at eleven in the morning; since the bus was starting from that stop, we managed to get seats. We reached the village around four o'clock. It was neither very big nor very small. We got off at the stop. Mom made a call, and within five to ten minutes, a man arrived in a car. He seemed to be the local election officer.

Officer: "Madam, since you are the only lady here, we’ve arranged for you to stay at the Sarpanch’s house."

Mom: "Oh, but how can I stay in someone else's home?"

Officer: "Madam, no one lives there; the house is clean and has all the amenities. The Sarpanch built it to serve as a guest house."

Mom: "Alright then... what about meals?"

Officer: "Dinner will be delivered. Don't worry about it."

Mom: "Okay." We went to the house.

It had two rooms—one set up as a bedroom and the other as a living area. There was a toilet behind the house, but no bathroom. For bathing, there were corrugated metal sheets on three sides, and a thin saree was hung up at the front. We took a look at it. Except for the bathroom situation, everything else was great; there were no issues. We put down our bags; I took off my shirt and trousers and put on pyjama bottoms, remaining in just my undershirt. I needed to urinate, so I stepped outside. The bathing area was right across from the room. I went there and relieved myself. I splashed some water on my face, washed my feet, and came back inside. Mom had changed from her saree into a nightgown. As I came in, she stepped out.

Mom: "I'm back after washing my face."

Me: "Okay."

There was a light switchboard near the door where I was plugging in my mobile to charge. While plugging it in, my gaze casually wandered outside. Mom went into that tin-sheet bathroom; she lifted her gown, pulled down her panties, and sat down to pee. I immediately looked away. I tried to ignore the incident. Mom came back after freshening up. We had brought some breakfast from home; we took it to the next room and sat down to eat. We started chatting about random things. Suddenly, a joke came up and Mom started laughing; as she laughed, she bent forward slightly, and I caught a glimpse of the bra she was wearing under her gown. Now, both the scene of her peeing and the sight of her bra began playing over in my mind. I tried to ignore that too. Before we knew it, it was seven o'clock. Our dinner arrived, and we ate. Mom washed the tiffin box immediately after. We spent some time passing the time on our phones.

Mom: "Akshay, let's go to sleep. I'm tired from the journey."

Me: "Okay, Mom. You go ahead; I'll sleep right here. There's only one bed inside."

Mom: "No, come inside... there's a big bed there. Let's sleep there; it's a new place, and I'm scared."

Me: "Alright, let's go..."

Mom and I went inside; we turned off the tube light, switched on the bulb, and lay down. We were exhausted from the journey, so we fell asleep quickly. Since it was a new place, I woke up around 1:00 or 1:30 AM. I sat up and casually glanced at Mom, and I was shocked. She was lying on her side. Her gown had ridden way up. Seeing her red panties and fair thighs made me feel a strange sensation. That made it three such incidents since the morning. I watched as Mom lifted her gown and pulled down her panties to urinate; I could see her bra through the gown—it was all right there. I started looking at Mom not as a mother, but as a woman. I had never thought about Mom that way before, but seeing her like that made my cock hard. Standing right there, I pulled my cock out of my pants and started jerking off. I stared at her exposed Ass, her fair thighs, and the panties covering her rear. I masturbated and ejaculated right there on the floor. After finishing, I calmed down and lay back. I don't even remember when I fell asleep while watching her. Mom woke up at 5:30 AM and got ready. Since the voting was scheduled to start at 7:00 AM, she had to leave by six. As she was leaving at six, Mom said...

Mom: "Akshay, I'm leaving for work... I'll be late coming back. There's breakfast in the bag, and your lunch box will arrive later—make sure you eat."

I mumbled a sleepy "hmmm," and Mom left.

I woke up at eight, used the toilet, and went back to sleep. I woke up again around ten. I got up and went to the tin-sheet bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After washing up, I came back inside. While drying my face, I spotted Mom's nightgown in the corner. When I picked it up, I found her bra and panties underneath. My cock started getting hard. I latched both door bolts.

I stripped off all my clothes and got naked. I put on Mom's bra. When I tried to put on the panties, the crotch area felt stiff. If it had just been urine, it wouldn't have dried stiff like that; it meant Mom's juices had dried there, making the fabric hard. I put on her panties too. It felt amazing. Anyone who has worn panties over an erect cock knows exactly what that sensation is like.

Wearing Mom's bra and panties, I lay down on the bed. I played a "Mom-Son" video on my mobile and started stroking my cock while watching it. I would stop whenever I was close to climaxing. After doing this for a while, I was on the verge of coming. I got up, took off the panties, wrapped my hand around my cock, and stroked until I ejaculated. Masturbating felt incredible today. Putting on Mom's bra and panties had happened almost instinctively. I finished coming.

I put Mom's clothes back exactly as they were and went to take a shower. After showering and having a bit of breakfast, I sat down. As I sat there, I started thinking about how I could actually have sex with Mom. I played the sex video again. My cock got hard. I started jerking off while watching the video. Just then, I had an idea. I took off my clothes again, grabbed Mom's nightgown, and spread it out on the bed. I laid her panties flat inside it and lifted the gown up to expose the panties.

Then, I lay face-down over the panties. I positioned the video in front of the bed and started Fucking her up and down, pretending I was fucking Mom. I can't even describe how amazing it felt. After five or ten minutes, I was on the verge of Cumming again. I got up and ejaculated beside the bed. By now, I had already jerked off twice since morning; I was feeling hungry and sleepy. Ten or fifteen minutes later, my meal arrived. I ate and went to sleep. I woke up at four o'clock. I wandered outside for a bit, then came back in and sat down to watch a movie. I lost track of time while watching the movie. Mom returned at 7:30; she was exhausted.

Me: "You look really tired; sit down, I'll get you some water."

Mom: "Yeah... it was crowded all day."

I handed Mom the water bottle. Just then, the tiffin arrived, and we sat down to eat. After we finished,

Mom said, Mom: "Come on, let's sleep; we have to leave early tomorrow."

Me: "Yeah, let's sleep... you're tired too."

Mom took off her saree and lay down on the bed in just her petticoat and blouse. Seeing her like that made my cock start to stir, but since I’d already jerked off twice that day, I wasn't in the mood to do it again, so I just went to sleep. Mom woke up at seven the next morning. She bathed, put on her saree, and woke me up. I got up and finished my morning routine. There was no one to drop us off, so we walked to the bus stop; it wasn't far—quite close, actually. When we got there, we saw a huge crowd. I asked when the next bus was, and someone said it was in an hour.

Mom said, "Let's just go; maybe we'll find a seat later."

Me: "Mom, we aren't used to this kind of thing."

Mom: "Let's just adjust for today."

The bus arrived, and we somehow managed to squeeze into the crowd. Forget sitting; there wasn't even room to stand properly. Mom was in front, and I was standing behind her. There was a woman in front of Mom. I was standing pressed right up against Mom. The bus started moving. We hadn't minded the journey on the way there because we’d had seats, but standing on that bumpy village road on the way back was unpleasant. Then, the bus braked suddenly, and I was thrust hard against Mom from behind. My cock pressed against her Ass. As it made contact, it started to get hard. It was certain that my hard cock was now poking into her.

I was worried about what Mom might say. I didn't know what to do or how to calm my hard cock down. Just then, the bus braked again, and my erect cock rubbed directly against Mom's Ass. Mom turned around and looked; she didn't say anything, just smiled. I smiled back in response. Because of the moving bus, my cock kept rubbing firmly against her Ass. This went on for two hours. Later, we found seats and sat down for the rest of the journey. We arrived home. Mom went to freshen up, while I sat in the hall thinking about that smile she gave when my cock had pressed against her on the bus. Why did she smile? What was going through her mind? I decided to give it a shot. I thought I should take advantage of the friendly bond I shared with Mom. She came back after freshening up, having changed from her saree into a gown, and sat on the sofa next to me. Me: "Mom, I'm sorry."

Mom: "Sorry? What for?"

Me: "That thing on the bus..."

Mom: (Smiling) "Oh, it's nothing, Akshay... things like that happen at this age... but tell me the truth—who did you see on the bus that made it happen?" (Smiling) I thought the moment was right; if I spoke now, it would be fine, but if the mood settled down, the chance would be lost.

Me: "Mom, the bus was really crowded, and I was standing pressed right up against you—that's why it happened..."

Mom: (Giving a look that was slightly stern yet affectionate) "So, just because you were pressed against your mom, your..."

Me: "Mom, honestly, you are so beautiful—I can't even describe it."

Mom: "You've become quite naughty and cheeky... go on, run and take a bath." I went to take a bath. When I returned, Mom was in the kitchen, cooking. I went into the kitchen and hugged Mom from behind, placing my hands on her stomach.

Mom: "What are you doing, Akshay... let go."

Me: "Nothing, Mom... just because." As I caressed her stomach, I traced my finger over her navel through the fabric of her gown.

Mom: "Akshay... what's gotten into you? You're being unusually affectionate towards Mom today."

Me: "Mom, you know I've always loved you... I just never showed it like this before."

We were chatting away like this. I started running my hands over Mom's body. She tried to stop me, but I didn't sense any real resistance. I felt like things could progress, but I needed to take my time. I placed my lips on her back—where the gown was open—and planted kisses moving upwards. Just as my hand was about to reach her Ball, Mom said,

Mom: "Come on, dinner is ready; let's eat."

We both sat down to eat. While eating, I kept looking at her with a lustful gaze and teasing her. After the meal, Mom went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I followed her. I grabbed her from behind again and moved my hands to squeeze her Ball. She shoved me back hard. I was terrified. She slapped me hard across the face; I clutched my cheek and closed my eyes. But then, unexpectedly, she pressed her lips against mine and started kissing me. She began sucking on my lips intensely. I was completely shocked, but I didn't pull away; I kissed her back. We broke apart after about five minutes, both of us breathing heavily. Panting,

Mom said, Mom: "Akshay... I've been watching you since morning... you've really stirred up a fire in me... your dad has been away for two days, and since you started this fire, you're the one who has to put it out..." Saying this, she started sucking on my lips again, and I did the same to hers. I began squeezing her Ball over her gown. Breaking the kiss, I started kissing her neck. From her neck, I moved down to her Ball. She placed her hand on my head and pressed my face firmly against her Ball.

Mom: "Aaa... Akshay... rub harder, ooo..."

 I lifted Mom's gown and took it off. She was now wearing just her bra and petticoat. I untied the knot of her petticoat. She was standing there in a black bra and green panties. Her panties were wet. I rubbed her pussy right over the panties.

Mom: "Aah... aah... Akshay..." I stopped and pulled down her panties. Her pussy was completely clean-shaven.

Me: "Mom... your pussy is so clean..."

Mom: "I shaved it just before you arrived." (blushing)

Me: "Mom... come on, let's go to the bedroom."

Mom: "Yeah, let's go."

We both came into the bedroom. I took off Mom's bra—which I had missed removing earlier—and stripped down myself. I laid Mom on the bed and started sucking on her Ball, taking turns with each one. Mom was moaning softly. While sucking her Ball, I started rubbing her pussy with one hand. Mom got really aroused.

Mom: "Hmm... Akshay... put it inside me now."

Me: "Mom, suck my cock a little first..."

Mom: "You use such dirty words."

Me: "Mom, it’s not fun to fuck without that... come on, take it in your mouth."  Mom took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. She was doing a great job.

Me: "Mom, where did you learn to suck like that?" Pulling her mouth away from my cock, she said,

Mom: "Your Dad taught me... he prefers getting it sucked rather than just Fucking her in and out." Saying that, she went back to sucking my cock. After a while, she said,

Mom: "I can't hold back anymore, Akshay... put it in now, quickly."

Without wasting any time, I spread her legs, positioned my cock against her pussy, and thrust it in hard. Mom cried out loudly and said,

Mom: "Ayy... put it in gently... ahh, it hurts."

Me: "Mom, your pussy is so clean and slick, I just couldn't help myself."

As I said this, I started Fucking her in and out. I could tell from the look on her face that she was enjoying it; she was even lifting her Ass up to meet my movements.

Mom: "Ahhh... Akshay... it feels so good... rub a bit harder."

Me: "Oh, Mom... here goes." After a while, I slowed down a bit, and Mom said,

Mom: "Hmm, looks like my tiger is getting tired... wait... I'll get on top." I got up and lay down... Mom climbed on top, straddled my cock, and started pounding away vigorously. It felt amazing. Mom's boobs were bouncing wildly; I grabbed them and pressed upwards from below. Suddenly, Mom picked up the pace and collapsed onto me; she had climaxed.

Mom: "I'm done, baby..."

 Me: "I haven't finished yet, Mom."

Mom immediately got up and got into the doggy-style position on her own. I quickly climbed onto her, slid my cock into her pussy, and started fucking her hard. Soon, I released my load inside her and lay back on the bed. We both felt a sense of relief and release.

Me: "Mom..."

Mom: "Yes, tell me, my king..."

Me: "How was the sex and my cock?"

Mom: "It was amazing... I still don't understand how I agreed to do this with you... I couldn't bring myself to say no, and I never imagined you'd be this good at it..."

Me: "Mom... ever since I started working there, I've been attracted to you... First, I saw you peeing with your panties down; then, one night while you were asleep, I saw your ass and panties and even ejaculated... and now, there's so much more I want to do."

Mom: "Is that so? You've turned out to be quite the naughty one... just don't end up like your dad."

Me: "What do you mean, 'don't end up like Dad'?"

Mom: "It’s not just about you finishing... keep going until I climax too."

Me: "I’ll only ejaculate after I’ve worn you out, Mom..."

That night, Mom and I had amazing sex twice. Whenever we can't do it at home, I take Mom to the fields, and we have sex there. Whether Dad is around or not, we have sex whenever we get the chance now.