Mama’s Big Secret & My Winter Night Confession [Deflowering by mama]

Mama’s Big Secret & My Winter Night Confession [Deflowering by mama]

Chilly Winters of 2013, I was comfortably snuggled in my bed at night underneath a thick layer of kombol/quilt/razai. Chilly winds blew outside with an occasional cold breeze shattering the glass panes of the window above my bed. But I was too deeply nestled in a cocoon wrapping myself around kolbalish/pillow in my bed to care a hoot about anything else. Simply pulling over the blanket over my face I continued with my sleep.

I always had a problem sleeping alone in bed and even more in these freezing winters. Dont know why I always needed someone in bed with me even when younger to have a deep sound peaceful sleep. Maybe it was some sort of my insecurity or a subconscious need for protection – every night I subconsciously longed for someone to hold on to tightly and wrap myself around him/her to drift off. Initially my parents played the role but as I grew up I had to take refuge in the embrace of my kolbalish. But for how long?

It was now 5.30 Am. I had to wake up and get ready for college. It was the last day before winter vacations fell for the first year. Vacations for the juniors had already started a week back and I was feeling super jealous. Why did I have to grow up!

Anyhow ma being who she is barged into my room at 6 shook me vigorously and hurled me towards the bathroom. With drowsy eyes and a half awakened state I got ready and soon arrived at college.

College was uneventful as always except I again got a panic attack seeing my past bully who had one time cornered me in the washroom, hit me in the groin and threatened to strip and expose me given my effeminate ways and mannerisms. But that was all in earlier days and we were both way past that, now that I had grown taller and heftier than him and socially had been successful in adorning a brute manly behaviour. But little did he or for that matter the world knew how soft and tender I was on the inside.

But its not that all my earlier years were bad. There was this guy named Pramit who was a bit gayish so to say and we both had our little secret hideout naughty sessions in the washroom cubicles. It was mostly handjobs and stuff though we occasionally kissed twice just to see how it felt. He was a big guy both in upstairs and downstairs even then and the few times we had blowjobs it was mostly me serving him till he was satisfied. Sadly his parents shifted jobs and had to transfer and that was it for all my gay adventures. Anyhow coming back to the present I cut short the train of thought and darted off to my classroom.

Came back home, ate lunch and was just about to sit back and relax on the sofa when maa called to say she would be late from work and that mama, ma’s younger brother was to arrive this evening to our place for our weekend trip to Digha, a seaside beach town. And without any cue I found myself visibly so excited that I couldnt believe myself.

From my growing up years I had a huge crush on my mama. How would I describe him – suffice it to say he was the perfect human in my eyes. He was youth in his late twenties and had graduated from a reputed college to work in a private company for a couple of years till he quit to prepare for competitive exams. At present he was staying with his parents at ma’s native place but would occasionally visit us and would stayover. Every of his visit would be a gala time for me as he would take us out to movies and fancy restaurants. He was a travelholic and would often rev up baba’s discarded bullet to visit places across the city with me riding in pillion. The very mention of mama visiting us got me excited and soon I fell into a train of thought remembering and visualizing the various fantasies I had cooked up in my mind with him and soon started masturbating to them leveraging the fact that no one was at home then.

I mean seriously I cant be blamed. Physically speaking he was a tall guy probably 5’10 or 11 even taller than my dad who is the tallest in my family. And like every bottom I deserve the right to be swooned over by tall men. Plus he was broad shouldered and well built as during his days working in Pune he had become a gym freak and had carved out a good muscular and athletic frame. Also he had a hexagonal face with prominent jawline (much like Brad Pitt – another of my weaknesses), with deep jet black eyes, curly hair and a slightly hairy torso and a broad chest (which for ages I wanted to rest my head on). He was of dark complexion and that even further aroused my curiosity about his nether regions – how dark would that be? Even more how big would that be? Even even more how thick would that be? Ngl I had always fantasized about his dick and its proportions but had not been successful in still getting a full view of it. Although I had managed to see the imprint of his morning on his tight shorts one time when he was sleeping on my bed (Generally when he visits us he sleeps on my bed as the guest room is mostly less maintained and is more used as a store room than bedroom. I know it kills me every night to not be able to hug him and spoon inside his comfortable long arms in spite of my whole being dying for it).

I had been stroking myself lost in my fantasy for so long I forgot it was already 4pm and he must have been already nearby my place. I quickly got up cleared my bed and tidied up my place in time before he rang the bell. With throbbing heart I opened the door to meet the charmingly handsome young man who for all my efforts could never become my man given all the complications of the prospect. But dil hai ki manta nhi and my heart kept throbbing as he entered and opened his arms to get me into a tight embrace. I got a sniff of his familiar fragrance from his collar and soon was exported to a happy place. He came inside parked his luggage, sat on the sofa and enquired where ma was. Breaking away from my trance like revelry I answered she was at work and quickly went to get him a glass of water. As a dutiful guy I offered him the glass which he drank down raising his chin giving me the opportunity to admire his marvelous neck and well formed adam’s apple. As he dropped his chin to hand me over the glass his eyes came in line of sight of my groin area and he smirked –

“Toh yeh chal rha tha akele akele!”

I looked down to notice an unmistakable bulge on my shorts. Apparently me not cumming off beforehand and with him appearing all outta sudden with his musky smell had aroused my dick and it was hard as anything. I quickly hid covered it with a pillow and feeling shy and absolutely embarrassed like a new bride remarked – “Areee mama!” and escaped into my room. He started chuckling and said something to reassure me after I entered my room and closed the door behind softly. After taking a few deep breaths and mentally cussing myself horribly I entered the living room to see he had unpacked his luggage and had gone for a bath in the bathroom. I shouted that I was preparing his lunch, which he shouted back in affirmation and soon I was serving him his meal. We chitchatted while he ate and I realised then the contentment of feeding someone you loved which ma often spoke about.

He invited me for a post meal walk in the neighbourhood park where he smoked and we discussed about a host of things happening in his and my life. It was already evening when both my parents returned home and with the usual loud banter characteristic of indian families we had our dinner and soon it was bedtime.

I made my bed while he helped with me all throughout meaninglessly getting excited at the prospect of sharing my bed with him. He joked

“Shaam ki tara, raat ko kuch ulta siddha nhi karega na tu?”

“Kyu tereko dar lag rha? Toh mat so mere sath” I replied sarcastically

He gave a wicked smile and jumped onto the bed and went directly under the blanket. I joined in switching off the lights and closing the windows. Sleeping together under the same blanket in the pitch dark winter night we started conversing about life yet again. He conveyed the troubles of his life and with him still unemployed the family pressures on him to get married.

“Kyu tereko shadi kyu nhi krni mama?”

“Kya hi fayda shadi krke. Vohi same ghisa pita jindagi jiyo fir mar jao. Uske bad fir marjao. Mujhe azzad rehna hai. Aur ese bhi mai abhi berozgar hu”

“Toh kya, jald hi naukri mil hi jayegi”

“Bas naukri ki baat nhi yaar…”

Silence……

“Tujhe shadi krna hai?”

I was flabbergasted at this. How to tell a man that the only person I wanted to marry then was him himself. A true facepalm moment

“Jaldi krlena bhai nhi toh roj roj agar logo ke samne aj ki tara khada ho jayega toh badi dikkat ki baat hogi haha”

He kept laughing but I still didnt reply and there was again total silence. I suddenly was feeling too vulnerable at the moment and dunno why started feeling too emotional and volatile. It seemed like all my emotions were bursting forth at the moment without my control in this brief comforting moment with a person who really cared for me and I was starting to lose control. Suddenly I started tearing up and crying.

“Abey! Kya hua? Maine kuch boldiya kya?” he got up from bed and wiping my tears started to comfort me burying my face in his chest. Still keeping mum I continued crying with him gently comforting me. I found myself mumbling in a garbled, slurred tone to him “Am Ge, am ge, am ge”

He raised my head to look him in the eye and I found myself saying – “I am gay”

The fuck

Nothing. He just went back to hugging me and as far as I remember we drifted off to sleep that day like that with my head burrowed into his chest under the blanket wrapping him instead of the kolbalish unlike usually I do. That night was perhaps the best sleep that I had in my life till now.

Next morning much like my family mama had woken up earlier and was already up and about their morning businesses. Groggily waking up I went to pee and soon the entire previous night encounter dawned on me. All my drowsiness vanished and I quickly took a brush and rushed to the roof via the stairs to ponder and find out a way on how to approach my mama after all the embarrassing revelation. Looking out at the morning sun I started brushing when I realised someone climbing the stairs. It was mama. He smiled looking at me and normally as if nothing had happened asked how I slept. On my reply he came close took hold of my hands and cupped them in his larger ones, pulled me to a corner and said deeply looking into my eyes – I love you no matter what and you will still remain to be my favourite bhatija and that my secret was safe with him. Saying this he winked with both eyes and left.

What a relief by god. Haha. Dont know what came over me last night. I could now pluck up my courage to go downstairs and face the crowd. Ma baba were ready for office and were leaving. Mama meanwhile having his breakfast informed me of his plans to again go tripping with me on the bike. I was again cheerful and in no time we both were out with our helmets on touring the city on two wheels.

A lot transpired between us that day details of which I wont go into lest the average readers get bored who came here looking for sex tale and instead was being fed my stupid boring life’s tale. Suffice it to say I learnt about mama’s previous failed relationships with girls and how heartbroken he was over those. Later about his recovery through counselling and a number of hookups (I didnt like that part). What was truly shocking to me was when he revealed his gay encounters with some guys. And on further prodding he revealed he had recently started reassessing his orientation and had joined Grindr and was meeting guys to really understand who he was. According to him he realised he is a bi now.

Did it happen to you too reading this? Did merry jingle bells started ringing in your ears knowing this? I can tell you mine did when he was saying all this and my mind was cooking up all kind of future scenes with me and him married in the countryside with own bungalow, a dog, a cat and few of our kids running across in the yard.

Oh poor poor me and my stupid mind!

On my part I relayed to him stories of my earlier bullying and those with Pramit.

“I mean come on mama, looking at me and my mannerism you must have realised with ur gaydar I am not straight”

“Pura toh nhi but ha your curvy waist and round ass did give me an indication towards it” he joked and slapped my behind

I had never imagined in my life mama would flirt with me on my body. I was soo ashamed then you all should have seen. I was full blushing like a girl haha. But I did have a nice waist and a good slim hairless twink body and a plump ass. Plus I was lighter in complexion than him (yeah go ahead and think those interracial porn scenes. I am also thinking those).

“Really? aur kya kya accha lagta hai tereko mera?” I asked him

“Abbey! Bhatija hai tu mera”

“To kya hua? I had a crush on you since growing up”

Now it was his time to blush and he hanged down his head in shame as if to avoid me. And oh god you should have seen his face mannnnn. I almost would have kissed his damn cute face if we were not in public. Fuck yaar how can someone be this cute while at the same time be as manly and good looking!

We didnt talk much that day after that. Returned home to find ma baba already back and preparing dinner. We helped and together food was ready in no time. We all were famished and gulping down on it we all retired to bed.

With him in bed as I was switching off the lights to my room I quizzed – “Aj khada hua toh koi dikkat nhi hai na?” and gave a sleazy smile

His eyes rounded up and thundered “Shut up chutiye and chup chap so ja”. He turned around with his back to me and closed his eyes. I was in a mischievous mood. Sliding into the blanket I slithered my arm across his back to hug him from behind while he tried to wrest my arms free and threw them away. I persisted. And was now tickling him all across. Turns out for all the manliness he portrayed and looked he was very ticklish and quickly capitulated to my tickles. I laughed and laughed and soon had caught him in a body trap with my legs and hands. Though he obviously was taller and stronger he didnt wrest himself free. Taking cue from it and drawing up immense courage from god knows where I bent forward and touched my lips to his in the darkness of my room in the cold winter night. He didnt withdraw immediately and after a while started to kiss me. I returned the same and soon we were both kissing fervently and passionately in my bed much like my dream fantasy. Soon we were out of breath and had to part. We both smiled and laid side by side.

“Vivek yeh sahi nhi hai” he told me taking my name

“Mujhe farak nhi padhta”

Silence….

I took the initiative now – turning to my side facing him I slowly slithered my hands to his chest underneath his shirt and felt the dense mat of chest hair and the remains of the once existing abs. He kept still and closed his eyes as my hands went down to reach his pubic region. I was kind of scared now to touch him there. All this time I had imagined about this moment so much I lowkey was feeling scared. As I stopped he opened his eyes and looked at me sideways and gave me a nod. Now with his consent I could proceed without hesitation. I dropped my hands on his pants in the pubic region and felt his semi hard cock lying tangled in his undies. I was a bit confused tbh. Inspite of being soft I felt its outlines to be pretty long. Woah how big a dick did this hunk have?

Without bothering to put my hands in I started massaging his dick from above his shorts and it grew and grew. I had held cocks before but none of an adult and none so big, massive and humongous. Even now when I recall my mama’s dick is by far the largest that I have seen and taken in.

He was enjoying the massage I could tell and even more the amazed and surprised expression that was emerging on my face as I fondled his manhood and increasingly realised his glory as a man. At one point I whispered – “you are big mama”

“And you are cute”

We both smiled. With this I took my hands and put them inside his shorts mistakenly instead of his undie. I withdrawing now slid my hand properly this time into his undies and lo and behold was met with a dense bush of pubic hair

“And you are hairy”

Ignoring the bush I went forward to pull up his dick which was pointing downwards to his feet. But damn that was a struggle in itself. He had grown so big I was getting difficult to pull his dick up without undoing his shorts. So naive I was he then showed me how to pull it up by the sides rotating it and when I finally grabbed his dick and wrapped my fingers around it a shiver went down my spine.

Not just big it was massively thick. As thick as the perfume bottle my dad uses (no I havent used it for other purposes).

“Fuck you are thick too”.

Hearing this he gave out a loud laugh in the dead of the night. I got scared and withdrew my hands and shushed him furiously

“Mad or what?!”

“Sorry sorry……but I aint that big just maybe slightly above average” he said with a certain pride and glee across his face. Asshole knew how exceptional he was in the indian gay society.

“Asshole”

He smiled and said – “Enough with me show me urs now”

“No …I feel ashamed”

“Abbey sale” with this he grabbed me by the waist and his legs wrapped around mine in a death grip. I couldnt free myself.

“Choro na mama”

“Nhi dikha ab tera mujhe”

I didnt budge and slowly his hands started exploring my body like an octopus underneath the shirt. His hands glided all over my chest back shoulders torso navel and then entered my pants without any warning. I was expecting him to hold my dick but he instead straight went for my hole from the front. How horny was this guy!

“Woah u didnt even bothered to checkout my dick” I complained.

“Ah no I just was checking out if you are hairless there too?”

“Yes I am hairless there too. Why u wanna rimm?”

“No horny bitch, not today”

With this after giving a few taps on my hole with his middle finger (dont know why tops do this) he came back and inspected my dick and little bush. As his large hands wrapped around my manhood I felt it vanish in his palm. He like me was a little taken aback and looked at me.

“See I m so small”

“No you are more cute”

“Okay can u free me now from your death grip”

“Only if you sleep completely nude tonight with me”

I didnt know what to say. My body was dying to bare itself and sleep naked with him forever but my mind was not convinced

“What if ma baba comes in?”

“You will be there under the blanket. They wont notice. Anyhow I wake up early and will wake u up too”

“You sure”

“Yup 100 percent”

“Okay” saying this I stayed as is while he took off my shirt and pulled down my pants to lay me completely bare naked and vulnerable.

“You are a piece of beauty. But why no undies?” He asked

“I knew I anyway had to take off my clothes tonight” I replied with a sly smile. He smirked pulled me close and started kissing me and stroking my cock with one hand while squeezing my ass with another. I let out a moan in pleasure to which he quietened me and then I had to dim it down with soft moans as he played with my body. I in turn with difficulty managed to get his shorts off to get him only in his undies and shirt. (Mind you everything was happening underneath the heaviness of the blanket so made it doubly difficult). After his entire dick was out in the open I clasped it with both my hands and saw still an inch or more still peeking out at the top.

Though amazed at the moment I shuddered at the thought of the pain I would have to bear when he would one day finally enter me.

This went on for some time – fondling each others bodies and appreciating each other. I finally felt peaceful and secured in my life in his embrace though I was on the contrary stark naked in reality. Now with my back to him and he hugging me from behind and playfully dry humping me with his dick sandwiched between us I expressed my desire to give him blowjob. His eyes instantly lighted up and slowly he got up the bed to lock the door. It was then that for the first time I realised what a hung cock means and looks like as his manhood dangled between his legs with every of his movement. With the doors locked without getting in the bed he with one quick motion pulled over the blanket from my body and turned on the light for a brief moment.

To my puzzled look he answered – “Just wanted to see u naked properly” I too was happy as I could see his thing in proper lighting. And yes it was super black. Really a BBC. With this he threw his body all over me and pulled me in an embrace from the top. Man was he heavy and strong. Rolling over now he made me sit on top of him in cowboy position and slapped his dick on my hole a number of times. I knew he was dying to enter me but now seeing his size I was more than hesitant to initiate something without much preparations.

Taking off his shirt I slowly slid down his body and pulled down his undies. With the base in my puny hands I slapped the dick on my face and then slowly with sloppy licks began to smooch and lick and swallow his manhood. But three quarter down I couldnt take further in and with that continued to suck on him with sloppy saliva filled lips while he was deepthroating me. After 5-10 mins he realised I was getting neglected. So he hauled me up and positioned me into a 69 position. Now we were both pleasuring each other. And glug glug I went on his dick. After about 10 mins we both were on the edge and cummed one after other. Post cleaning we then cuddled together and slept peacefully throughout the night. I barely could get to sleep just so engrossed on imagining what all was gonna happen in the upcoming trip to Digha this weekend.