This story is about my Ammi (mother) and me. Her name is Zeenat.

My Father,
Mustaq Ali got married with her at very young age. Within year my oldest brother,
Imran bhai (Brother in Urdu) was born when she was only eighteen, after year later
my sister, Shabnam aapa (sister in Urdu)) was born. When my mother was twenty
she gave birth to me, Salim. We are typical Muslim family living here in Bombay.

My father was a quiet person who has got some export business. He used to go
every morning for work and would come back late at night. Initially my father and
mother were enjoying their marriage life. But after having three children's he
apparently lost his interest in my mother. After that he devoted his life for his
business. Apparently due to his business he ignored my mother lately. My mother
became quiet after that. But he still loves my mother and she respected and loved
him too. They laugh and make jokes some times but not like earlier days. Even
though she was always cheerful I know there was some sadness in her.

My older brother, Imran bhai wasn't interested in the study and school. He was
more interested in hanging around with bad boys, always staying out of home, my
parent tried to change his bad habits and things but he never changed. After that
they leave him on his own destiny. My sister, Shabnam aapa was serious person like
father and was good in the school. Her life was reserved within our house, study and
few girlfriends. I was more cheerful compared to others, always talking, Studying
seriously, helping everybody.

Since the beginning I like my Ammi very much and helping her kept me close to
her. Due to my nature Ammi was always expecting help from me although Sabanam
aapa was there for help. I was always with her, making fun, talking with her. She
always appreciates what I was doing as it helps her to relieve her tension. After
dinner when everybody goes to sleep I used to stay in the kitchen with Ammi,
helping her clean the dishes, talking about everything. She would always phrase me
and tell me that I was very mature for my age. We were very close that we talked
about every thing, likes, dislikes, and even personal feelings.

When I was 18, I started developing interest in girls and sex. Staying around my
mother I realise that she was a sexy woman. I began to watch Ammi in a different
way. She had long black hair, which reached up to her hips. Even after having three
children still she had a shapely body. Her face was attractive with bright black eyes.
Her skin was fare and glowing. I started to watch my mother as an attractive

woman and desire her. Now when she hug me I could feel her luscious breast and
body rubbing against me, which makes me excite.

I began to tell Ammi how she looks and how she's beautiful. She blushes when she
would hear compliments from me. I started to bring flowers or Gajara for her, which
she would happily, wears in her hair. Some time I would bring her perfume or Ittar,
which she put on her every time in the house. I was trying to show her in every way
that how she's beautiful women and how much I love her. She always appreciates
my love. Imran bhai and Shabnam aapa used to call me milky boys that still I need
mother and always staying around her. But I didn't care.

Every Saturday evening Ammi used to go for weekly shopping and I used to
accompany her. After purchasing we used to go to sea face and walk from one end
to all the way other end. While walking with her I would innocently lean against her
or hold her hands. After reaching at the other end we would sit in the rocky area
along the sea face, mostly avoiding crowd. Some time if she sits quietly I would put
my arm around her shoulder at which she would lean back and rest her head
against my shoulders. We would talk, laugh and tease each other. After we would
get back at home by bus. I knew that she likes to spend our weekend time like that
together.

One day we were walking on sea face, talking and laughing. We saw one boy and
girl at my age, holding each other's hand passed from us. Ammi saw them and
looked at me and smiled. I also smiled back but couldn't understand why she
smiled. We reached our sitting spot, sat and relaxed.

After some time Ammi asked me smilingly, "Salim! Did you walk with any girl like
them? Don't you fall in love with any girl? Do you have any girlfriend?" "Ammi" I
answered immediately without thinking much about it, "as far as I remember I walk
only with you like that. I have tried to express my feeling to some girls but always
think about you. I think you are my girlfriend."

She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away silent.

"Ammi, did I say something wrong". I asked worriedly. "We should go home now,"
she said after a long silence.

In my mind I blamed myself for saying what I said, but knew that now when I told
my true feeling to her there was no turning back. I decided to go further.

"Ammi, I don't know I'm wrong or right but really I am in love with you and I will do
anything to make you happy."

The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me sadly. "You are my
son, Salim. This type of love should not happen between a mother and son. What
other will think if they knew?"

"Ammi," I replied in desperation, "I am really loving you. I don't know what others
will think but at least will you think seriously about what I said?"

She was silent for a long time and then started crying. I felt sad about her. I pulled
her to me and held her.

"Salim" she whispered, "I think we should go home."

After that Ammi stopped going to sea face with me. I requested her every time but
she refused saying that I should go with girl at my age. I told her firmly that I don't
want to go with any other girl but only with her. She never agreed and stopped even
taking me for purchasing. This went on for a few weeks. She became silent and sad
day by day. Even Imran bhai and Sabanam aapa noticed the change and asked her
why she didn't go out with me any more. Mother shook her head and told them
some false reason. Neither she nor I was happy about her decision.

I kept helping Ammi in her work and continue bringing her flower and perfume. She
did accept them without saying or expressing her feelings. I had hope some day
she'll understand my love and will change her mind. And she did. She realised in
spite of her coldness towards me I never changed my mind or my love to her. One
day Ammi and I were alone in the house and she was working in the kitchen. I went
there and offered her help. She looked at me fondly for few seconds and couldn't

hold herself any more. She hugged me and put her head on my shoulders. She
phrased me for being patient and told me she appreciate my love towards her.

I hugged Ammi tightly indicating to her that with her agreement our relationship
had changed. I silently but very gently caressed her back running my hands over
her shoulders and over her back. She continued to rest her head over my shoulders.
I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes said in a quiet voice,

"Ammijaan, I love you and I won't change my love forever".

I bent down kissed Ammi's cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my mouth on
her lips. She did not draw back from my embrace. I was happy that at last she was
responding.

After that everything changed between us. Now when I bring her flowers or
perfume she would give warm kiss on my cheek. When we were alone in the house
we would hugs each other tightly. I would move my hands now freely on her and
gently caressed her. I would kiss her face openly and she would some time even let
me kiss her lips too. We would lay down on bed and embrace each other. I would
run my hand up and down her back.

Initially I was moving my hand on her back just casually but then I began to notice
straps of her bra under her Kamij and after I started to feel her bra underneath.
Some times casually I would slide my hand down on her buttock and feel outline of
her panties. I wasn't doing that purposely or sexually but just while in the
affectionate mood I would feel them and she never suspect that what I was actually
feeling. It seemed that she was really missing these types of hugging and kissing
from Abba.

Next Saturday I asked Ammi about going out like old days and she happily agreed.
In the evening when I saw her I was stunned. She wore pink coloured Salwaar and
sleeveless Kamij, which I never seen before. Her breasts and buttock were
accentuated beautifully into her dress. I was excited looking at her beauty. She was
looking younger than her real age of 38. While going to the market I noticed so
many men stares at Ammi.

I wasn't in the mood of doing that household shopping instead I asked Ammi to go
for movie. She was hesitant first but then agreed. We went to the nearby cinema
theatre to watch evening movie. The movie was a sentimental romance. First half of
the movie She hold tightly my hand pressing her breast on my arms and I put my
hand on her thighs caressing lightly. On the second half of the movie I put my arm
around Ammi while she leaned her head against my shoulders.

After movie we went to one nice restaurant to have dinner. Then after dinner as
usual we went to sea face, walking all the way up to the other end. While we went
to sit in the rocky area I choose secluded spot rather than our usual spot. It was a
full moon night with cool atmosphere.

When we settled down I looked at Ammi and said, "Ammi, you look sexy tonight in
this dress". Mother pulled her head back and replied, "Yah Alla, Salim! I am your
mother. You should not use those words for your Ammi." "Oh come on, Ammijaan. I
know you like when I say that. Tell me, did Abba compliment you since last couple of
years?" "Whatever it is, Salim. But still I love your Abba." "Ammi, do you really love
him? I see he had been ignoring you and you are unhappy with him. You are so
beautiful that anybody would die to make you happy. Give me a chance, I can make
you happy!" Ammi was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. She caressed my
cheek, "Do you really think I am beautiful, Salim?" I smiled and replied by hugging
her, "Yes Ammijaan, you are beautiful and sexy."

I hugged her tightly. Then Suddenly I bent and kissed her on lips. She draws back in
surprised and said, "yah Alla! Salim? What are you doing? We're in public place and
we should not do this here." I told her in desperate tone, "Ammijaan, I am sorry but
you are so beautiful that I never have control on what I say you or what I do".
"Salim, Just behave your self. I think we're getting late, we should go home now."
Saying that mother stood up.

We got back home by bus. As we reached in our building and started to climb on
staircase. I asked Ammi, "So! How was our night out after so long time?" Ammi said
to me, "Movie was nice and dinner was also good. It's been long since I enjoy such a
good time." "I'm glad, you like that, Ammi," I said happily, "do you think I deserve
something for that?" "Why not! What you want, Mere Lal?" she asked me.

By this time we reached at forth floor at our flat's door. We stopped outside our flat
and continue talking slowly.

"Ammi! When we were at sea-face you said we should not do this in public place.
Now we're not in public place and I want to hug you and kiss you." "Where? Here?"
she asked me screaming slowly. "No, Not her. Inside." I replied. "Inside? Everybody
must be inside. How its possible?" "Then, how about going up at terrace door?"

Ammi got confused. At first she protested saying that someone would come up
there.

I replied quietly but firmly, "Ammijaan, I love you as I have never loved anyone
before. I just want to kiss you all the time". "Salim, mere Lal, I love you too! But I am
your mother and whatever is there I still love your Abba!" "Ammi", I whispered, "All
we'll do is kissing I don't see any harm in that. Come on!"

I didn't give her chance to say anything and hold her hand. Then I pulled her and
started to climb stairs to terrace. We are living at the last floor in our building and
staircase was going further at terrace. At terrace door it was kind of room with
privacy. We reached at the terrace door.

"Salim, what's this madness? She asked worriedly. "Don't worry, Ammi. Terrace door
is locked and nobody will come upstairs at this time." I replied her.

It was full moon night there were moon light coming from ventilator on the wall
above man height. I pushed Ammi to stand opposite wall of ventilator so moonlight
was directly beaming on her. Ammi and I stood there for few second looking in to
each other's eyes. Then I hugged her immediately. She also embraced me and
started to move her hand in my hair from back of my neck. I hugged her so tightly
pulling her on my body that she moaned in pleasure. Then I pulled back and started
to kiss her on her shoulder to neck, then her cheeks, and then put my lips boldly on
her lips. Her body stiffened when she felt my lips. I started to kiss her mouth madly.

I was all over her face; I kissed Ammi's cheeks, her eyes, her nose and back to her
lips. While kissing her I opened my mouth and started to lick her lips with my
tongue. She draws back with surprised. Before giving her chance to say anything I
began kissing and licking her mouth. This time Ammi did not draw back but
remained stiff in my arms. I continued to kiss her with more and more passion.
Suddenly she pressed back her lips with equal pressure against my lips. At last I
could see proper response from her. I pressed my luck and gently probed her mouth
with my tongue and she opened her lips. We then started to suck each other's
tongue.

As I was kissing my mother I was moving my hand up and down on her back. While
moving my hand I felt strap of her bra from above her Kamij. I move my hand up
and down some times feeling her bra strap and then started to trace her bra
through her dress. I was tracing her bra then pulling her bra strap with her dress.
She felt me playing with her bra. Then she slapped me on my back moaning and
indicating what I was doing. All the time we were kissing. I pulled my hand from
Ammi's back to front and gently put on her breast.

She stiffened pulled away from my lips and whispered, "Salim, I don't think we
should do this".

But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine. I continued
caressing Ammi's breasts from above her dress. They were firm and felt wonderful
in my hands. I knew Ammi was getting excited because she began to moan as kiss
back with greater intensity. I slide my both hands again on her back and moved up
and down for a while. Then suddenly I reached down at the hem of her kamiz and
insert my hands in. slowly I brought my hand up on her bare back inside the dress.
Ammi moaned again in my mouth indicating her disagreement.

Inside her Kamiz, I caressed her bare back for a while then again I brought my
hands in front and placed then on her bra-cupped breast. Ammi moaned again with
disagreement but still kissing me she slide her hand in the kamiz trying to remove
my hand from her breast. But I kept caressing her breast. She surrenders me and
removes her hand and kept kissing me.

We were kissing and fondling like that around ten minutes. I brought my mouth
near her ear and whispered,

"Ammi, I want to see your breast". "What? Are you crazzy, Salim?" "No I'm not,
Please Ammi, show me your breast". "Yah Alla, Salim, do you know what you're
asking to your mother?" "Oh come on Ammijaan, don't be so shy. It isn't like I never
seen them before. In fact I sucked them when I was baby". "Yes Mere Lal, I know I
feed you with them but you were baby at that time. But now you are grown up,
Salim". "For you I'm always baby, Ammi. Come on don't disappoint me, Please show
me your breast".

Saying that I started to raise her Kamiz from front. She pleaded me for a while
holding my hand but I never gave up and pulled up her Kamiz. Again she surrenders
and leaves my hands. I move her Kamiz up exposing her bra-cupped breast. In the
milky moonlight those black bra clad breast was looking magnificent. I tried to cup
her breast in my both hands but her Kamiz fall on her breast. I tugged them again
up but its fall down every time I cupped her breast. I asked Ammi to hold her Kamiz
and to my surprised she held it.

It was such an erotic site! Here I was with my mother, who's standing against the
wall holding her Kamiz up exposing her full breast for me and I was cupping them
with my hand. I fondle Ammi's breast for a while and then slide my hand at the back
on her bra hooks. She stiffened when she sensed that but remain calm. I tried to
unhook her bra but I couldn't. I fumbled with her bra hook pulling and tossing trying
to remove it. Ammi realised my problem and whispered,

"Wait! Wait Salim! Don't get so rough. You'll tear my bra," saying that she left her
kamiz and brought her hands on the back to remove hooks of her bra. Dress failed
again on her breast blocking my view. I hold her Kamiz again up exposing her breast
while she was removing hooks of bra. When she unhooked her bra she brought her
hands at front and pulled her bra cups above exposing her naked breast for me.

"Wow!" I cupped her bare breast trying to hold them full in my hands, "they are
beautiful, Ammi!" "Yah Alla! Forgive me!" Ammi said, "I can't believe I'm doing this
with my own son".

I ignored Ammi's comments and was busy with fondling her breast. I was kneading
them, cupping them and squeezing them. I started to play with her nipple holding

them in my thumb and forefinger. It's immediately got hard and erect. When I
pinched them Ammi moaned in pleasure (or pain? I didn't know).

"You know! Its so embarrassing, Salim, holding my dress up exposing my breast for
my son. That's also out side the house. Do you have any idea what will happened if
we get caught?" "Nobody's going to caught us, Ammi. Just relax!" "Relax? Are you
crazy? We're all ready late, Salim. We should go in the house." Just for a while,
Ammi," I kept fondling her breast ignoring her complaint.

Suddenly Ammi left her dress and hold my hand firmly removing from her breast.
She pulled back and said, "Salim we must stop and should go down". I realised it's
not wise to press my luck any further and spoil our mood. So I said, "Ok Ammi! Will
go down".

Ammi then tugged her breast in bra and hooked it and straightens her Kamiz. We
started descending staircase. I was silent at that time. Ammi asked me slowly,

"Salim, are you disappointed because I stopped you?" "Not really, Ammi. Its OK,
Never mind". "Listen Mere Lal, what we were doing was wrong and outside the
house was absolutely wrong" "What about then inside the house?" I asked her
slowly. "But... somebody could wake up, Mere Lal" Ammi got confused again.
"Ammi! I really want to spend more time with you. How about going to my room. We
can lock the door. Abba I'm sure is drunk and won't come to search you".

Ammi was silent for a few seconds. I was surprised when she nodded her head in
agreement. I was so excited that I hugged her right there but she pushed me side
telling to be patient.

We reached down at our flat's door. Ammi got out key from her purse and opened
the door. We entered in the house and I closed the door behind. House was dark and
calm.

Ammi whisper in my ear, "I'll go and get fresh quickly. Also I'll check whether your
Abba slept or not. You Go to your room and wait for me".

I went in my room change in kurta/ pyjama and waited for Ammi excitedly. After
around 15 minutes my room door opened and Ammi walked in. She closed the door
and locked it. She came up to me and said,

"Your Abba is snoring fast sleep as usual drunk". "That's good! Then you don't have
to rush back soon in your room, Ammi". "Salim, We should not do this as I have
never cheated your Abba". "I know" I replied "But Ammi, trust me I would never hurt
you. I love you as I have never loved anyone before". "Oh Salim, mere Sahajade!"
Ammi said and kissed me on the cheek.