Indian Mother’s Bollywood Dreams

brucewayne 2019-09-23 Comments

My mother, Jisha, always wanted to be an actress. Marriage, motherhood, and profession had all taken away a lot of time from her life. But at 40 years she still wanted to try her luck at acting. She was always a movie buff, watching movies in every language possible.

She followed cinema closely, hoping she would someday get a chance. She had quit her job at the bank two years ago and is now a regular housewife. And with me joining college, this year, mom was starting to have time for herself again.

My dad never said ‘No’ to my mother, and when she shared her dream of being an actor, he readily agreed. With his encouragement, my mother set about to fulfill her biggest wish. It was not at all easy, with the abundance of talent already in the industry.

But my mother would just not give up, and after a long wait, she finally got a chance to act. She was lucky to get selected for a movie directly, without struggling in TV serials and shows. And to top it all up she was acting in a movie featuring Superstar Aftab Khan.

We were all excited, and though I was never overly reassuring of my mother’s career in films, this opportunity had even me gushing. Dad or me, both, could not visit the shooting set during the filming. Dad was busy with his commitments, and I was having my semester exams.

But mom would keep us updated. The night before the release of the movie, my mother and I went out for dinner at a posh restaurant. She was treating me for the release of her first film, and she was very happy.

I never really commented on my mother’s looks my whole life, but that night she just looked gorgeous. She looked younger too. Nobody could guess she had an 18-year-old son.

“It is sad that your dad cannot be with us tomorrow for the first show,” mom said. Dad was still away and would be back only day after.

“Don’t be upset about that Mom. He is going to be really proud of you when the reviews come out. We can watch it again with him,” I consoled her.

“Yes Rohit, I am very confident about the movie. It has been so professionally planned and shot. This is definitely going to be a huge hit,” my mother replied.

“I have told my friends in college. They are all going to be watching the movie tomorrow,” I said with a lot of pride.

“Hahaha, mine is a small role Rohit. But it is an important one. So, hopefully, I will get noticed. And I thought I will keep this is a surprise, but let me just tell you straight away. I even took part in a small dance sequence. It was amazing, the whole experience,” she said happy and excited.

Little did we know our lives were going to completely change, in a matter of a few more hours.

The big day had finally arrived, and we reached the movie hall well before time. Mom was not seen on any of the posters of the movie, but honestly, we did not care. We just wanted the movie to start.

And it did. The movie was going ahead at a swift pace, keeping the audience excited. It was surprising that the Superstar only had a short cameo role, but that did not hurt the movie. It was very enjoyable.

And finally my mother’s golden moment arrived, and she appeared on screen for the first time. My mother could not hold back her happiness, and she was actually laughing loudly.

It was not yet disclosed what role she was playing. But she appeared formally dressed, and on her way to the office. I had to admit my mother was a stunner at 40. She was shown wearing a slim fit silky white shirt, tucked neatly into a well-stitched grey formal skirt.

I was a bit taken back by the fact that the camera had unnecessarily zoomed in to focus on the tight movements of her ass, twice in less than 10 seconds. Maybe I was just overthinking, I told myself. I should just enjoy this movie like any other, I asserted.

My mom did not seem to care, and she still had a wide grin on her face. She was just too happy to feel anything odd. Maybe there was really nothing odd. I was still looking at her, when I noticed her expression changing to one of complete shock, and loss of reason, in a matter of seconds.

I could see her eyes turn moist, and she looked like she just had a heartbreak. The theater had erupted all of a sudden, crown shouting and hooting. Still confused and unaware of what was happening I looked at the screen.

I was shocked. Shocked beyond words could explain and just felt lost. I could not believe what I was seeing. The scene had shifted to inside the cabin of the boss’s son, a young 20-year-old college drop out. He had just joined the business.

The actor playing the role, Kunal, looked totally like a hunk. He was well built with a crude attitude. And he was kissing my mother on her lips, smooching her passionately. It was so clear they were exchanging salivary juices.

It was a close-up shot, focusing only on the lips, with my mother’s face shown clearly only when they were not being intimate. My mother’s emotions looked perfectly in sync for a lusty make-out scene. I was just shocked. I did not know how to react.

I looked at my mother, she had tears rolling down her eyes. I held her hand, it had turned completely cold.

“This is not me Rohit,” she said looking horrified. “You know me, right Rohit, you know your mother. Believe me, this is not me. I would never do something like this,” she said crying.

She was holding my hands very tight, her eyes glued onto the screen in shock and dismay. And her ordeal was only beginning.

The extremely erotic kissing scene continued, with the camera changing to a wider angle. The entire scene was shot with Kunal having my mother sit on his office desk. The camera was now placed with my mother’s back facing the camera.

“It just had to be my mother. The hair, the posture of her body, it was just my mother,” I thought. But I could not stop trusting my devastated mother either.

Kunal broke the kiss with my mother, and with a devilish grin, tried to rip open the buttons of her shirt, managing to break the top three buttons. The screen for a second showed my mother’s cleavage, that had just been forced out of her shirt.

I gasped. It was the first time I had seen my mother’s cleavage. I could not believe I had seen it alongside at-least another 800 people sitting in the movie hall. I could not look at my mother’s face.

And when I turned to my other side, the man sitting next to me was vigorously rubbing his hard dick. It was obvious from the lust in his eyes, that he had already undressed my mother in his mind.

Kunal now grabbed my mother by her hair and started kissing her neck. My mom, onscreen, was moaning and breathing faster.

The vigorous kissing and mumbling made the right side of her shirt to fall down from her shoulder, making my mom’s dark red bra strap visible. It was so contradicting to the complete set but escalated my mom’s sexual aura to a completely different level.

The audience was now cheering the scene, waiting for something even hotter. And the very next second, Kunal, with his middle finger, pulled down the exposed strap of my mother’s bra, biting my mother on her shoulder and lower neck.

The next scene focused on my mother’s knee-length skirt, that had already raised up in between all the action, easily showing a gracious amount of her inner thighs.

Kunal grabbed the skirt by my mother’s waist and easily raised the bottom above her hips. Now the skirt covered barely anything of my mother’s legs. Even the very thin straps of the red thong she wore were made visible.

“A thong! A red fucking thong!” I was now getting angry at my mother. She just let herself be made a slut, agreeing to wear a thong in a movie set. I wondered what else she would have compromised. I was fuming.

Kunal putting his hand inside my mom’s shirt grabbed her by her bra and pulled her closer towards him. It was obvious he would have touched my mom’s bare boobs. And in the very next shot, my mother wrapped her naked legs around Kunal’s hips, as he dry-humped his manhood against my mother’s pussy.

My mother was just above 5 feet and would have weighed around 50. In front of Kunal, my mother looked like a petite college slut.

Kunal used his strength to grope both of my mom’s thick round ass cheeks, and lifted her up from the table, with her legs still wrapped around his body. Kunal was effortlessly carrying my mother, showing the kind of ‘bull’ this 20-year-old was.

There was just a thin line of red thread in between my mom’s ass cheeks, and nobody could even notice it. It so easily looked like my mom’s naked ass was on exhibition.

My mom’s ass looked huge and perfectly round. And though it hardly had anything to give it shape, it held on pretty firmly. And the audience too was quick enough to notice it.

“Slap that fat ass now. Make the bitch cry,” I could hear them shout. My mother, sitting next to me, had her head down in shame.

My mom still had her shirt and skirt on her body, but it hardly mattered. Her modesty had been violated. To be very honest, even a C-Grade item dancer would not have acted in this scene.

“Why did you do it, mom?” I thought.

While on-screen, Kunal asked my mother if she could walk properly after he fucked her for the first time, last week.

“I could barely move Kunal. You have no idea how I even put my clothes back on,” my mom replied.

“Stop calling me by my name, you worthless dirty cum bucket. I am your boss’s son, so call me Sir,” Kunal ordered, sarcastically.

“Oh pardon me, Sir. The way you make me leak, I forget you are my boss,” they both giggle.

As the camera zoomed further into my mom’s creamy round ass, my mom is heard whispering into Kunal’s ears. “I still have your cum inside me!”

They both get back to kissing passionately, with Kunal molding mom’s ass cheeks, much to the delight of the audience. Kunal was just about to pull down her thongs when the power in the theater went off.

“Oooh,” groaned the entire audience angrily.

“Switch on the screen now, otherwise each and every one of us is going to take turns fucking your wife,” shouted one among the crowd to the screen operator.

“Who on earth is this new slut bro,” the boys sitting in front of me were discussing. “She looks straight out of a porn movie. Such a hot MILF,” they continued.

Amidst all this, I sat next to my mother, not able to trust her innocent cry. What I had been subjected to, was something no son would have tolerated.

My mother was seen acting in the role of an office slut, shamelessly letting the boss’s son have his way with her. And there was not an inch of her body, the actor would not have had his hands on.

As the crowd started to go impatient, I too, as a son, waited to see to what extent this was going to. To be very honest, I was starting to get excited watching my mom’s slutty act on the big screen.

To be continued.

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