I always loved spending time at my best friend Vicky’s home. If you ask me Why? It’s because of his Mom Rekha and nothing else.

Me and Vicky had been friends since we were 10 or 12 years of age. Vicky is her only son and since we study in the same school and his father being in the merchant navy and always away, Rekha loves it if I am having a sleepover at their house. So I usually spend a lot of time at their house during exams and for group study.

Initially I used to call her Rekha Aunty, later I too started calling her ‘mom’ like Vicky. I felt like my own home at their house, and she, like my real mom. Only problem was that I had a huge crush on her. Mainly because of her beautiful long hair. Her silky jet black mane reached almost till her knees. The volume of her hair was incredible, and remained the same throughout the length from top of her head till the ends. I had only seen her long hair in a well maintained way with beautifully trimmed ends. In whatever way she did her hair, it always looked breathtaking. The only problem I faced when at their home was hiding my hardon. Many times I had to relieve myself to be able to walk properly.

Vicky, like me, also loved women with long beautiful hair. We regularly used to check out girls with long hair in our locality and watch videos of long hair models together. He even knew that I love to watch his mom’s long hair, what he didn’t know was how intense my feelings for her were.

During exams I usually stay at their home for many days on a stretch. Finals were going on and since me and Vicky had different timings for the exams, I was alone with Mom that day. I was sitting at the dining table studying and she was cooking in the kitchen. She had her hair in a loose braid. Silky smooth braid starting below her neck, loosely braided knots extending another few inches near the end. She hasn’t put any hair bands at the end to close the braid and everytime she moved the knots would slowly open little by little. Since she was facing away and busy with her work, I could look at her beautiful long hair without taking my eyes off. Underneath the table my hand was already inside my trousers, foldling my hard meat very gently, moving the skin up and down the shaft. This was the first time I’m touching myself while looking at mom’s long hair.

Everything was so sensual, she was in her usual light coloured saree wearing a redcoloured blouse. Mom always looked so good in saree, it truly shows off all her body curves. As she had Vicky when she was just 18 years, Mom was in her late thirties now and her body looked even younger. The silky long braid passing over her sweet round bottoms and the open end of the braid reaching her knees looked so good against the light colour of her saree. I was sure if I continued touching myself looking at her hair, I would surely climax then and there. Vicky won’t be back from school for at least 4 hours and I didn’t want our fun to end fast. I want to know the feeling of mom’s silky hair in my hands. I closed my books, checked my trousers for any wet patches and went near her.

“Do you need something to drink son” “I can warm some milk or do you want a coffee” Mom asked when she saw me walking to her.

“Ohh.. nothing mom.. I was just bored. You were working the whole time, I thought I could give you company for some time.” I said, leaning to the kitchen counter adjacent to her. From there I will be close enough to touch her braid if I just put my hands forward. I started to casually chat with her about exams, movies and many other silly things. All I really wanted was to gradually change the topic to her long hair.

“Mom, your hair always looks well maintained and beautiful. How do you do this? Whenever I see you, you would be busy with the work at home or helping Vicky. How do you find time for your hair? I asked, looking at her hair from top to bottom, this time I wanted her to know that I am looking at her hair. 

“Hey don’t look at my hair like that.. you are making me feel shy” she said bringing her loose long braid to the front. “I know you like my long hair very much.. I’ve seen you looking at my hair many times.” she added with a giggle. 

“Tell me the truth, are you coming here just to see my long hair?” Mom asked me. 

This time I was so shy even to look at her face. 

“Hey.. tell me.. I want to know about my admirer” She came closer while she asked this. Mom was so close I could now get the smell of her sweat and her long hair in my nostrils. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Her hand on my shoulder surprised me and when I looked our eyes met. I had not planned for anything like what’s happening now, when I decided to go and talk to her. 

“I’m sorry mom.. I cannot help.. Your hair is so long and beautiful.. I actually love it” I said.

“So you think about my long hair a lot, right?” She asked. 

“Does it make you excited and is that too because of me?” Mom was pointing towards the bulge in my trousers.

“Ahm.. yes.. I think so..” I said, trying to adjust my trousers. “I feel so embarrassed in front of you mom”

“Ohh.. there is nothing to be ashamed of.. You are a fully grown teenager and it’s quite natural to have feelings like this.. Remember I’m like your own mom or I’m your mom. You don’t need to feel shy in front of me” She said while slowly undoing her loose braid lying over her shoulder, one knot at a time.

“So tell me.. What do you do when you think of me when you are at home?” she continued asking. “Ohh mom.. I don’t want to answer that” I said.

“You can tell me anything.. Anything at all.. I want to know.. Please” She said in a very sweet tone.

“When I think about you and your long hair, I touch myself down there” I said.

“Just touch? Hmm” she was not satisfied with my answer.

“Hmm.. I masturbate thinking about your long hair.. Satisfied now” I was a little annoyed.

“Don’t you like to touch my hair.. Here.. It’s yours.. Atleast for today. Take it before I change my mind” mom said, showing her half open loose silky braid in her hands. Lightning passed through my spine hearing those words from her. 

“Ahh not so fast.. I’ll let you touch only if you show me how you masturbate thinking about my hair. I want to see it son. Show me and this is all yours” mom said while she continued to open her silky braid. It was now fully open. 

Her silky hair just lay inches away from my hand. The beautiful smooth curls formed from the braid only made her open hair look hotter. 

“Hmm” I nodded, unbuttoning my trousers. Mom’s knee length silky long hair was flowing in the gentle breeze coming in from the open window.

While I was busy and a little shy to take my meat out, she came closer, kept both her hands on my shoulder and leaned forward to kiss on my forehead. 

“Ahhh…hmmm..” I was surprised by the wet lips on my skin and made me let go of the trousers from my hand. It fell down and I stood there naked below my waist, not knowing what to do next. I still couldn’t look at her. While she came near, I could see the ends of her long hair hanging in between us, started to touch my skin near my navel and gently brushed on my fully erect dick.

“Come.. this will be our little secret” she said after kissing me on my lips and pulling me by my hand, walking to her bedroom. Mom sat by the edge of the bed and asked me to stand behind her while she adjusted herself before the mirror. “It’s all yours, enjoy now and let me see how much you love my long hair” She said looking at me through the mirror.

to be continued..