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By Hacker25
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It was a Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Mohan was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An empty arsenic bottle and a suicide note found besides the bed.
He hails from a wealthy rich landlord family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies. He married six months earlier Madhusmita. No one could imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.
His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. His father accompanied by the Warden and our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son’s body to their native village.
Being Mohan’s closest friend I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, Padma and took her to the University Guesthouse. She was obviously exhausted and tired. I requested her to take bath and she went to the bathroom. In the meantime, I brought breakfast and coffee in a thermos for both of us from hostel Mess.
She was looking refreshed and better after having bath and changed into a fresh chiffon sari.
I said, ‘Amma, you must be starving since yesterday, have some breakfast’
She said, ‘No Shiva, I am not hungry. Please go ahead and have your breakfast’
I said, ‘Let us have some coffee at least.’ On my insistence, she sipped a cup of coffee.
I told her if she wanted to take some rest, I would leave her alone.
She said, ‘don’t leave me alone. Please stay with me’
I was sitting on the sofa and could see both her back and front standing in front of full-length mirror. I could see in the mirror, her huge voluminous bouncing breasts hung heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove her hairpins and loosen hair. Her long thick luxurious lustrous thick wavy oily smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching mid thighs. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into hair, lifted up and flaunted her hair to loosen further. She combed slowly and carefully with wide toothed comb to disentangle her hair starting from the end portion and gradually moving up with a wide toothed comb. She combed hair backwards from forehead, parted her hair perfectly and neatly in the middle. She put in two equal parts in the front over both the shoulders and combed uniformly thick voluminous long thick hair until the perfectly trimmed ends. It was a time a consuming task and took long time to disentangle and comb her thick voluminous hair. I was captivated and fascinated watching her comb oily long uniformly thick jet-black luxurious lustrous voluminous smooth shining silky wavy hair. She tossed her hair back and combed downwards spreading wide covering her entire back reaching mid thighs. I wished and wanted to comb her long hair but restrained to volunteer. It was a visual feast to me watching her back and her image in the mirror admiring and appreciating the fluid moments of her huge heavy firm bouncing breasts, curvaceous lean taut hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was combing her hair. She arranged the hair with deft hands such that hair covering her ears and left loose till the hem of the wide deep low cut blouse and skillfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hair pins resting on her back.
I watched the moments of her beautiful loose big hair bun movements, her curvaceous body draped in a flowing thin transparent chiffon plain sari with simple plain border with pleats tucked neatly much below the deep navel, the pallu open along her shoulder as well as arm highlighting her top heavy breasts and hour glass figure. Her lacy bra, the shape and contours of her top-heavy big extra-large huge firm swinging bouncing breasts, proportionately large areola and long nipples were visible through her thin matching color blouse in the mirror. Her breasts looked from the side view like mountains.
At that moment, I remembered her beautiful exuberant smiling happy and joyous sexy sizzling image exuding and flaunting her beauty during her son’s wedding. She was wearing rich pure silk gold Zari border Kancheepuram saris low hip. She was wearing elaborate heavy gold and diamond jewelry adorned from head to toe, showing off her beautiful curvaceous hour glass sexy sizzling sensuous body. She has wide expressive kajal lined large eyes, top heavy extra-large big bouncing conical huge firm voluminous provocatively swinging mountainous breasts extending out of lean frame, thin taut lean midriff, and her jasmine flower threads adorned thick silky mid-thigh length long braid. I recalled the indulgent flirting conversations, mutual vibes we had, her bewitchingly beautiful and inviting smiles, her deep husky sexy voice, her invigorative intoxicating body aroma, the unmistakable infatuation, mutual fatal attraction and love at first sight, and desire to spend time together. I felt bit surprised at myself having such thoughts about her at that juncture. I looked into her eyes with love, compassion and empathy.
She sat on the sofa, adjusting her sari pleats and pallu neatly. She was calm but her large sorrowful expressive eyes showing the grief.
She asked ‘when did it really happen?’
Even before I replied, she started crying tears rolling down continuously on her cheeks making her sari wet.
I said, ‘I can understand the agony you must be going through ever since you heard the news. I am so sorry to know the sad incident. I have so many fond memories of him hanging out and but most of all we’ll remember the beautiful days we spent. I talked about some memories and the good times I shared with her son. I said, ‘he was my closest friend in the college and I miss him very much.’
She was crying and said, ‘He is a nice man. He told me that you are his best friend. Did he not share even with you any of his thoughts or feelings that led him to take such a drastic decision to end his life’?
I said, “No, had I known the reasons I would have helped him in whatever the way I can. He did not tell me about his problems. It is a mystery to me and I cannot see any problems which could not have been solved.’
She was restless and continuously crying. She got up from the sofa walked to the window looking out. I went near her standing beside her.
She said, ‘I wish he could have told me, shared his thoughts and feelings, his problems, inhibitions and fears to me, confessed to me whatever his problems were. I could have helped him, comforted him, and counseled him to overcome and solve his problems whatever they were. I brought him up with so much love and care and provided everything he wanted. He has everything, property, money, social status, good education and so much life ahead to enjoy with his beautiful wife. What more a young man wants from life?
’Shiva, ‘Did he have any issues academically or otherwise,’ she asked.
I said, ‘No, Amma, no issues I am aware of, actually he was good in academics. I agree with you that he should have told you about his problems. Who can understand a son better than his own loving and giving mother?’
It seems my statement triggered agony and she continued to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks, she said, ‘who else can understand him better than me? I should have helped him, but I wonder how I could have helped him, unless he tells me. why did he not come to me?’
Not knowing and not having any clue how to console a grieving and mourning mother, to comfort and console her, placed my hand on her shoulders and wiped tears from her cheeks. She leaned on to my chest. I hugged her and put my hand on her head stroking to soothe her and to show empathy as a gesture of sharing her agony and thought ‘let her cry out.’
I stroked with my fingers running through her silky thick oily hair on both sides of head, and at the back of head. She hugged me tightly, an intimate hug, her hands encircling, enveloping and reaching fully around me. The grasp was soft and gentle yet firm. My fingers slipped into her huge big hair bun and caressed her silky hair and nape affectionately hoping that my gesture would comfort and temporarily relieve her tension.
I removed her hairpins one by one, loosened and unfastened loops of her hair bun. Her beautiful black, long, lustrous, luxurious, oily, soft, silky, shining, smooth, thick, voluminous, and wavy hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spread wide and covered her entire back reaching mid thighs. I ran my fingers through her thick silky hair from top downwards along the length of her hair affectionately feeling the oily silky smooth texture and softness. Running my fingers to loosen her hair and feeling her beautiful silky smooth long hair, aphrodisiac erotic smell of her distinct body aroma and her breasts pressing against mine sent electric waves though me.
“Her huge heavy breasts hung from chest before her, offering me a different view of them. They were not the spheres they normally seemed. Suspended from her chest, they were more like slightly elliptical inverted domes, capped with the jutting of her big, hard nipples and their surrounding abundant areolas. The sight of them made me want to hold them in my hands, as if to weigh her big heavy voluminous, full, fleshy and bouncing breasts. The slope of one breast seen from the side in profile was triangular shape with a circular base, from which her large long extended nipple projected. Her soft breasts flattened between us as she embraced me tightly. I loved the feel of their buoyant fullness and their satin smooth touch; the inward curving slopes of her breasts, which felt like the sweep of satin.
I continued running my fingers through thick strands of her oily smooth wavy hair, while she was hugging me tightly, an intimate whole body touching hug. I cuddled her tightly, closely and intimately, watching her back fully covered with her beautiful thigh-length hair, cupped her big arse cheeks with my hands pressing and squeezing.
I have always been an ardent admirer and compulsive incurable romantic lover of longhaired beautiful women since childhood irrespective of their age – preteen, teenage, young, middle aged or old, of their marital status- virgin, unmarried, married, widowed or divorced, of their structure – lean, curvaceous, fat or obese, of their breasts and bottom size, of their height -tall or short. Seeing a woman with thick, black, full or half-grey colored or salt and pepper or white, straight, smooth, curly, or wavy long hair – hip length, thigh length, knee length or ankle length is a hobby, fetish, pleasure, obsession and Aphrodite to me. I invariably observe keenly to appreciate the length, the thickness, the texture, the luxurious volume, the silky shine and smoothness, the swing, style of hair dressing = loose, pony tail, single or double braid, loose or tight bun, braided bun and every minute detail of women’s longhair with desire.
It is an obsession, fetish and pleasure for me to follow women and keenly observe closely on the street to watch, admire and appreciate beautiful women with swinging hips and long hair arranged in a braid, bun, pony tail or left loose, irrespective of their age, height, color, fat or thin, obese or lean and skinny. I invariably want to fuck them.
Padmavathy’s hair is extraordinarily beautiful, mid=thigh length long, lustrous, uniformly thick, voluminous, oily smooth, silky and shining. I was enjoying the feel of her oily sexy longhair immensely. She did not object and did not pull herself away from me. Gradually her crying reduced to sobs. We were in an intimate and tight embrace. The hugging mutually became more alluring, engaging, engrossing, encompassing, involving, indulging, intimate, intense, inciting, invoking, invigorative, seeking and feeling each other’s body. My fingers ran through her thick oily thigh length hair from head to the perfectly trimmed ends. Her hair was uniformly thick and voluminous until the ends reaching thighs, a rare phenomenon. Her extra-large voluptuous heavy huge soft hanging pendulous mountainous and conical breasts were pressing against my chest. Every part of her whole body was closely touching mine electrifying my nerves. We were completely entangled, entwined, encircled, enjoined and enveloped in each other’s arms, as if our two bodies were trying to unite and become one. I could smell her distinctive erotic feminine body aroma. The effect was a sudden fullness in my cock and its unwitting rise, touching her mound. Her pressure against me did have the effect of pushing her breasts against her open neckline of her deep low cut blouse giving me a delightful exposure. My fully painfully erect, rigid, turgid, throbbing and pulsating cock was pressing her mound straining thorough my lungi. I felt awkward, since I was not wearing underwear. My blood ran faster in my veins into my cock. I hugged her more closely and tightly moving my cock forward and pressing against her mound while cupping and pressing her arse cheeks with my hands towards me.
I could sense that she was obviously excited in our intimate indulging and tight erotic embrace. She did not try to wriggle out or move away as expected, instead she moved forward even more closely pressing herself, her whole body touching mine indicating her eagerness. I could feel the heat and pressure of her soft body and saw her backside pushing forward and her heavy breasts pressing against me in the front intentionally. Our arms were encircling each other tightly. I could hear her breathe heavily, feel her heart beat faster, and smell her invigorative distinct erotic exciting exotic enticing body aroma. I looked at her back. She was undoubtedly thrusting herself against me gyrating and rubbing her mound against my hard cock. I cupped her soft big inverted pot shaped round fat soft arse cheeks with my hands pressing, squeezing and pushing further towards me, while my hard cock pressing hard against her mound.
I pressed my painfully erect hard cock against her mound like I was already deep inside her. She was being overwhelmed by the speed and force with which I was grinding against her mound and she was visibly excited and groaning.
Her hands were gripping tightly and fingernails were digging into my back. The softness of her thick long silky hair touching my hands further aroused my basic instinct, banal, carnal, irresistible and uncontrollable physical desire. My hands pressing her soft hips travelled slowly and gently upwards on her back.
Her sari pallu already dropped to the floor. I ran my hand upwards, touched her shoulder with the tips of my fingers, placed my hands on the back of her shoulders, and stroked them downward with a bit more force. I also ran one finger along her shoulder. I used both my hands to push firmly into the area above her shoulder blades kneading out some of the tension in her body. Her hands were on my back gripping and digging.
I took her beautiful face in my hands, stroked her cheek, her ear, chin, and the side of her face along the jaw line with my fingers. I stroked the back of her head, slowly massaged her scalp, running fingers through her thick hair, brushed the strands of hair away from her eyes as I made eye contact, leading her to want something more. I liked the feel of stroking her oily long thick luxurious lustrous smooth shining silky jet-black hair. I tucked some strands of her hair behind her both ears to give her ears an extra caress.
Padma felt my callused hands, and the sinewy muscles leading up to broad shoulders. When Padma inhaled my rich spicy scent singed her senses and slid over her bare skin like a powerful aphrodisiac.
I cupped her face in my hands gently with love, desire and empathy. I wanted to love, comfort, possess, own and devour her. It was an uncontrollable and irresistible intense desire. I could see in her wide expressive eyes pleading desire to be taken, to be owned, to become united, to be filled, an unmistakable urgent need. Her large expressive eyes wide open looking into my eyes were inviting me. Impulsively, I kissed on her forehead, eyes, eyelids and cheeks. She was moving her face conveniently to receive as I kissed, licked, and nibbled lovingly, delicately, slowly and passionately all over her neck, cheeks and face. I licked and nibbled at her earlobes while my fingers caressed at the back of earlobes. I kissed her earlobes, the sides of her ear, and the area behind her ears gently.
I stroked her ears as I continued to kiss and also brushed my lips along and behind her ears and nibbled her earlobes taking into my mouth. I lovingly stroked the sides of her neck while kissing, tossed her hair back so I can caress her neck a bit more by running the sides of my fingers up and down her neck down to the base of her shoulder and all the way up to her earlobe. She was enthusiastically accepting and receiving and my sensuous loving licking kisses moving and turning her face closely and conveniently to receive as I kissed each inch of her fore head, on her eyes, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders and all over her face. I ran a finger on her juicy soft thick lips and gave her a soft kiss, paused to caress her lips by holding the kiss for a few seconds, ran tip of my tongue on her thick full beautiful pouting wet juicy soft-top and bottom lips. Finally, I ran my tongue between her wet juicy thick pouting inviting lips forcing her mouth to open.
Her mouth opened fully inviting and taking as my tongue slipped into hers, exploring her mouth, touching her inner cheeks, her tongue and deep into her throat. Her arms snaked around me tightly and our tongues caressed each other. She took my lower lip into her mouth and started sucking, chewing and biting digging her teeth, all the time pressing her against me. She sucked and chewed on my lower lip for a long time. In turn, I took her lower and upper lip one after another alternatively chewing and sucking them gently.
Our bodies were touching each other and hearts beating faster, blood running through veins faster and faster at high speed. Our tongues entwined, exploring and sucking each other alternatively. Her tongue attacked my mouth, probing my tongue, teeth and gums. We kissed on for long time, with small gaps for taking breath. Her long fingernails were digging on my back. I can smell her body aroma. An exotic body odor I never smelled before such a passion and sweetness. It was if we both want to drink nectar from each other’s mouth. Her hands were around me encircling and clutching tightly. We kissed unmindful of the circumstances for a long time taking turns.
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