My Desi MILF Mom Teases Me Pt. 01

Hi readers, this will be my debut story.

Here's a small background info of this story:

I am Rajesh, 22 year old. I am brown skinned, lean and fit. Not muscular but still fit. I am from Mumbai. I spent all my life in a boarding school and then after my schooling I got a scholarship for under graduation and I took that. I never knew who my dad was but I've always known I had a mom. Nothing major about her but just knew that she was there. We barely met and we barely talked or connected. After my graduation in Sikkim I got a call from my mom asking to come home to Mumbai. I reached there and I resented her for the way she left me in a boarding school somewhere far. I came home and it's been a week, this is where the story starts.

Malaika Shetty is Rajesh's mom. She's 5ft 2 inches tall, 43 years old, fair skinned MILF. She's successful, wealthy and talented except in the department of being a parent. She messed up early in life and paid the consequence by having Rajesh early. But with her determination she made sure to earn so much and build an empire for him. Ever since he moved back she's tried to bond with him or connect but he's denied straight up. She always dreamed of a close relationship with her son one day and with time she even developed incestuous feelings toward him. Now she plans on claiming him and making him her.

Note: The story is completely fictional and no references to real lives are made in anyway or form. I've published the same story in Literotica as well. Not sure if promotion is allowed but yeah this is my work.

The story is from Rajesh's POV but when discussing Malaika's parts the narration shifts to third person.

Hope you all enjoy the story!

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I wake up in my bed and stretch my arms, feeling the sheets slide over my skin. Then I head to the bathroom. I grab my brush, squeeze out some toothpaste, and start brushing my teeth. Ten minutes later, I head downstairs to the kitchen to check on Mom.

"Mom, is breakfast ready?"

Mom appears from her bedroom in a satin nightie. She's fair-skinned, 43 years old, and thick. Not fat fat but not skinny either. She has massive heavy tits and a real dump truck ass. Typical desi MILF. It's almost impossible not to notice her wide hips and those jiggling ass cheeks when she walks with that duck-like sway.

As she heads toward the kitchen, she says, "Just 10 minutes, beta. I'll make you pooris." (beta means 'son' in Hindi)

My mom is a respected businesswoman. She runs a very successful boutique chain. She's a successful entrepreneur who gets invited to colleges to give speeches and all that.

"Come on, Mom, I'm hungry as fuck. You woke up late today too?" I ask disappointedly.

"Arey, sorry, beta, had some meetings last night," she replies as she drops the round maida dough into the hot oil.

After a quiet ten minutes, she comes to the dining table with a stack of fluffy pooris and steaming potato masala. She serves four onto my plate.

I start eating them one by one but in silence.

"Beta, it's been a week. How long are you going to stay like this?" she asks.

"What do you mean, Mom? How do you want me to be? Do you think I can magically feel affection for you after you dumped me into a boarding school at age five and only picked me back up at 21?" I pause between bites.

Mom actually had me right after college first year. Her then-boyfriend got her pregnant and ran away. She gave birth to me and then handed me over to her mom until she could sort her life out. My granny took care of me until she passed away a few years later, when I was five. Mom, who had just started her business, decided to drop me in boarding school. She convinced herself that when she got me back, she'd have so much money I'd live happily with her. After I turned 21 and finished graduation, she finally took me home. It's been a week since I returned, and I still can't come to terms with her.

"I don't expect you to understand anything now, but I hope someday you'll understand my situation. "I'll wait till then, beta," she replies, taking a bite.

"Do you have any plans for today, beta? I actually took the day off from work so I can take you out somewhere. We haven't had time to bond at all," she asks.

After a minute of silence, I say, "None of my friends are free, so fine. I'm free. Where do you want to take me, though?" I take another bite.

Mom's face brightens when she hears I'm free. "Finally after a week I've gotten an appointment, huh? Let's hit the mall. Let me buy everything and spoil my beta today."

"Mall? Fine then." I finish my breakfast and get up.

"Okay, beta, come down dressed at 2 pm; we'll leave for lunch." She gets up too, carrying her plates.

I nod and head to my room after setting my plates in the sink.

Mom goes into her room, happy that I finally agreed to spend time with her.

For the whole week she'd been disappointed, even frustrated, at my behavior. Mom always wanted to keep me under her control, but I wasn't budging.

She picks up a tight bodycon dress with a deep V-neck and stands in front of the mirror licking her lips. "Beta won't be able to resist me when I wear this. This time I'm going to claim him and put him under my spell."

She slips into the dress and sits in the living room around 1:30 pm, scrolling her phone.

I show up at 1:45 in a shirt and jeans. "Hi, Mom. I'm ready."

"You look handsome, beta. Let's go then?" She stands up.

I gulp, staring at Mom in that dress. This is the first time I've seen her dressed up all week; it was just nighties. My eyes scan her body, the way the fabric clings to her thick curves, hugging her heavy tits and flaring over those wide hips.

"You look pretty too, Mom," I say hesitantly.

"Thanks, beta. Compliments from you mean a lot to me." She starts walking toward the door, her ass swaying with every step.

"Mom, can I hug you?" Unable to resist her body, those curves wanting to feel them, I ask.

Without turning, Malaika smirks, knowing her plan is starting to work and soon. She replies, "Sure, beta. Anytime."

As soon as she says it, I rush forward and hug her tightly from behind, wrapping my arms around her soft waist. Her fat ass completely engulfs my crotch through my jeans; the warmth and plush give off it pressing right against me. I lean in and kiss her cheek, inhaling the faint floral scent of her perfume mixed with her skin.

"Sorry if I've been hurtful toward you, Mom."

I savor her curves in the hug and the way her body molds against mine.

Mom realizes the spell is working. She knows she needs to assert dominance. She pulls away and looks at me.

"It's okay, beta. I never took anything to heart. You're my beta."

She walks toward the door and to the car. "Come on fast, it's getting late, beta."

I follow her.

Mom gets into the driver's seat; I slide into the front passenger seat.

She pulls the seatbelt between her tits, deliberately letting it nestle deep in her cleavage before locking it clearly on purpose to make me ooze.

She starts the engine and pulls off. The whole ride passes in silence as I steal glances at her watching the way her chest rises and falls, trying not to get caught.

After a 20-minute drive, we reach the nearby Starbucks and get out. I rush to open the door for her. Mom smiles at the gesture and steps inside.

We settle at a table for four, sitting opposite each other.

"So what do you want, beta?" she asks, looking at the menu.

"Sandwiches and coffee, Mom," I reply.

"Okay, beta. I'll have the same then." She calls the waiter.

The waiter arrives. He looks familiar. "Anand?" I say.

He looks at me. "Ohh, Rajesh! Long time, man, no see."

That's Anand, 5 foot 6, dark-complexioned, and a bit muscular. My old schoolmate from boarding school.

"Rajesh, tell me what you're going to eat first. "I'll order, and then we can chat. The store's a bit free now."

I look around. "Sure, man. Two cappuccinos and two chicken sandwiches."

"Gotcha. I'll be back in two minutes." He jots it down and rushes to the counter.

"Who's he, beta?" Mom leans forward, asking curiously.

"Oh, he's Anand, Mom. He was my classmate in boarding school. But after schooling, his parents separated, so he left and didn't do college. "I reply, reaching across to hold her hand.

"Awww, poor thing. Must be a hard life without parents." She says it with an upset face.

Anand comes back. I stand up and give him a quick hug. "Nice meeting you, man, after years."

He taps my shoulder. "Me too."

After we pull apart, I look at Mom. "Oh, btw, Anand, this is my mom."

Mom stands and offers him a hug. Knowing Anand's parents left him on his own, her maternal feelings kick in, and she quickly pulls him into her arms.

I watch the hug. Anand gets wrapped up in her. Her heavy breasts press hard against his chest, squishing noticeably.

After a couple seconds she pulls back. She sits down and pats the cushion next to her. "Sit, Anand."

He settles beside her.

Anand looks at Mom. "Are you the Malaika? The founder and CEO of MyStyle?"

Mom leans toward him, letting him get a full view of her deep cleavage. "Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"

Anand gulps. "Actually, I'm a huge fan, ma'am. I'm an aspiring entrepreneur too. I work this job due to circumstances. Self-made businesspeople like you are an inspiration to me."

"That's flattering indeed, Anand." Mom straightens up with a smile.

I feel a bit jealous as Mom admits to being flattered by someone else.

"If you don't mind, can I have a picture with you, ma'am?" Anand asks hesitantly.

"Oh sure, it's my pleasure. Rarely do I find young people who are aspiring entrepreneurs like you."

Anand hands me his phone. "Rajesh, please click a picture. It'll be very motivating for me."

"Sure, Anand." I open the camera and frame them.

Malaika senses an opportunity to test the waters. She looks at me. "Wait, beta. Let me pose properly." She asks Anand to come closer, takes his hand, and rests it on her waist. Then she places her own hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

She looks at Anand. "Consider this a lesson, Anand. As an entrepreneur, you need to ooze confidence. This is how you pose even with a stranger." She looks at me now. "Click the pic, beta."

I say, "3 2 1 SMILE!"

Anand boldly presses her waist. Mom lets out a soft moan, and the picture is taken.

I hand him the phone back, and they sit normally.

Mom looks at Anand. "Btw, what do you do here?"

"Oh, I've been on my own since my parents left. I'm an adult, so legally they don't have to take care of me. I worked for a year and saved up for college. Last year I enrolled in a BBA course. Now I'm working here as a barista; today I was just covering for a colleague as a waiter.

"That's so courageous, Anand. I'm glad you're strong and pushing through." She replies.

"Yes, Mom, he's a strong fellow. "I've known him for years," I add, feeling left out.

"You said you're a barista, right? Would it be possible for you to teach me some now? "I've always wanted to try the fancy coffee stuff," Mom says to Anand.

"Ohh, ma'am, that would be my honor. Join us, Rajesh; I can teach you too if you want."

"Ohh, thanks. Let's get started then." Mom gets up excitedly.

Anand walks to the kitchen area. Mom looks at me. "Let's go, beta. I'm excited for this. Are you too?"

We follow behind. "Yes, Mom, I am too."

Anand tells his senior the shop's free anyway, so he wants to engage some friends.

The senior nods and lets him.

Anand calls Mom over and asks her to stand near the counter.

Mom walks up and grips the counter with both hands. Anand stands behind her and instructs, "Take the milk packet and pour it. The cup has to be half full, ma'am."

I observe them. There's a slight distance between Anand and Mom's back at first.

Mom pours the milk and adds the decoction for the coffee. She looks at me smiling like she's achieved something.

Anand peeks over. "Good, ma'am. Now get the milk pitcher. This is the important part."

Mom nods and picks up the pitcher. Her hand shakes a little. "Let me make a heart," she says and starts pouring.

After a couple seconds she feels the shake and looks back at Anand. "I guess I need help."

"Sure, just hold on." He steps closer, holds both her hands with his, and presses his crotch firmly against her soft butt.

Malaika feels the press. She glances at me for a second and smirks. Then she arches her back further, grinding her ass deeper onto him as Anand guides her hands to pour it properly. The heat of their bodies is obvious even from where I stand.

Once the milk art is done, they step back, and Mom shows me the perfect heart in the foam.

"That looks lovely, Mom. Time to start a new business, huh?" I say, laughing.

"Well, we could beta," she jokes, turning to Anand and showing him.

"Too good for a first-timer," he says, taking the cup from her.

While taking the cup, she accidentally spills some on his pants.

"Oh, my bad. I'm so sorry, Anand. Please come to the washroom. I'll help you clean it." She grabs his hand and leads him away.

I follow them to the washroom. Mom glances at me for a second. "Wait here, beta. It'll take 2 minutes max. I'll help him wash his pants. I made this mess."

She takes him inside a stall and closes the door.

Malaika noticed how weirdly her son reacted from the moment Anand appeared, so she decided to keep pushing him. This is just another step.

Inside she says, "Sit down, Anand. Let me take care of this mess. I'm really sorry."

He sits on the closed toilet seat. Malaika grabs a tissue, wets it, and kneels down, wiping the stained spot. Anand gets a perfect view down her deep cleavage, the soft tops of her tits rising with each breath.

She keeps wiping closer and closer to his crotch. Anand gets hard from the view, his bulge obvious.

She slowly traces the outline of his boner. "Looks like someone's gotten excited, huh?"

He quickly covers it with his hands. "Sorry ma'am, I'm super embarrassed."

"Oh, it's okay, Anand. I'll help you out. After all, I caused it, right?" She smirks. "What are you, an ass man or tits? Choose carefully. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Ass, man, ma'am," he gulps.

I hear voices from outside, and it's been over a minute. I knock. "Mom, is everything fine? It's getting late."

Malaika comes to the door and cracks it just enough for her face to show, making sure I don't see anything inside. "Beta, I'm almost done cleaning. Just 2 minutes more, then we can leave." She shuts it again.

I stand outside, a pang of jealousy twisting in my gut, not knowing what's happening.

Inside, she stands in front of Anand. "We don't have much time. Do what you want, but no touching my skin or making my dress dirty, okay?" She turns to face the wall, showing him her back. "You can jerk off to this."

He stands and unzips. "No touching your skin, right? Then can I hump you?"

She turns her head and smirks. "Bold. But cum somewhere else; my dress can't get dirty."

As soon as she says it, he pulls out his cock and grabs her from behind.

He grinds his hard cock against her fat ass, groping her heavy tits through the dress. She arches back into him just like in Don Jon when Don grinds on Scarlett.

He dry humps her ass hard, the friction building fast. Then he turns to the side and cums quickly.

He adjusts his pants fast. "Thanks, ma'am. I don't think I'll forget this ever."

"Keep this between us. Let's go now." She walks to the door and opens it.

"Chalo beta, let's go," she says, walking out.

Anand follows. "Sorry for making you wait. This pant material is weird; it required hard cleaning for the stains to go."

"It's okay, man. It's clean now, right? That's what matters," I say, rushing to Mom.

We head to the door. I look at Anand. "Nice catching up, man. Stay in touch."

"Same here, Rajesh. It was motivating to meet ma'am too." He heads back inside.

We get in the car again.