Let me introduce myself. Iâm Shekar, 5â9â and 75 kg with an average body. I never gave much importance to my body as every guy does. I was in my last year of college when we struck upon the idea of me and my mom going to our native place together. We boarded the train from Chennai and reached the village in the evening. Every thing was fine till we reached our place. We had our own house to stay whenever we go there. It was bought by dad a few years ago.
Ours was a very small house in a small village that it had more farms than shops in the locality. There were no relatives for us in that village that we had actually come to settle a dispute between our relatives regarding a farmhouse that was given to mom by her dad, thatâs my grandfather.
The house we were staying was actually very small with two floors. The house was so small that it had only one room when dad bought it and had it renovated by adding a floor above. The entire top floor had just a bedroom with a parapet wall and a cloth screen to seclude a place for bath and some area for kitchen. Even the screen cloth had gone to rags due to years of neglect, leaving behind virtually nothing to cover for the bath except the hip-high parapet wall. The ground floor was mostly left unused as the food grains were stored in it. The first floor was also a single room as I said with some area left for cooking. The same area doubled as bathroom. The house didnât have a full-fledged toilet also. The large backyard with trees, grass and bushes was used as open toilet as it is used in the Indian villages.
As we reached the house in the evening, we prepared our bed using an old foam bed that was almost eaten by rats. As the house was in the farm there was no house nearby. Only when we settled for sleep that night, mom noticed that her luggage was missing. She had lost it in the train as she had forgotten to take it in the rush to reach our place. All she had was the dirty sari she was wearing at that moment.
As we were to stay there for just four three or four days, mom decided to settle with my dress while inside and to wear her only sari whenever we were out. So I set aside a couple of my pants and shirts, and also a spare towel for her to wear and use the next day. I had brought just one of my
lungiâs
for my use, which I was wearing. So she had to spend our stay with my pants on.
I had a nice sleep that I didnât know how long I slept. I was woken up by the sound of water splashing near me. I slowly opened my eyes for the new day, when I was shell-shocked by what I saw in that small kitchen-cum-bathroom.
Mom was there sitting there behind the wall washing her sari. What is there to get shocked, you may ask. For, she was sitting there, buck naked, showing her shining skin of her smooth back to me. She wasnât wearing a single piece of dress and was there sitting on the floor on her buttocks showing off the small crack of her ass to me.
âDAMN!!â my face went white as I saw that scene⊠a mature woman, that too my own mom sitting stark naked before me!!!
Her hair was opened up and was covering most of her back. Her skin was wheatish in colour as mine. Her smooth back shined like polished leather in the morning diffused light. Even as she moved her hands swiftly to brush her dress with soap, I could see her loose soft breasts moving and dancing to either sides of her body. The sound she made with her bangles tingle my senses.
Within a second, my dick rose up vertically as if hoisting the flag of sensuality in me. I felt like cumming the next moment right on the bed. I could see her mangalsutra and the small golden chain she wore along her neck.
More, I could also see three birthmarks on her body, one near her right hip, the second on her fleshy left ball of her buttocks, and the third one right next to the crack of her buttocks. I jerked myself inside the blanket at the scene of her naked body. Her 46-yr old body was really doing magic on me. I waited and feasted on her nudity for nearly ten minutes when she finished her wash and stood up wringing the clothes so as the dry them.
Now she was providing the full view of her naked body from behind. By looking at her I could now say her size as 36-36-38. Her hip was large and supple with a small tyre of flesh stagnating around her hip. Her buttocks were full and round with the crack adding to her sensuality. Her thighs were large and fleshy narrowing to the legs as it would do like any other women in her forties.
All that was left for me to see was her front, that is, the full view of her breasts and her cunt. I had always dreamed about how fluffy and used, the cunts of mature old women looked like. And it was just my occasion to know clearly, what my mom had in store for me.
Just as I was thinking about it, mom provided me a real show for me to see and clarify. She turned around naked and showing me her large breasts, she bent down to dry her sari on the wall. Her breasts were so supple and large that they seemed like large ripe mangoes hanging from the trees, ready to be plucked and tasted. Her mangalsutra and chain neatly falling between her deep cleavage, I felt as if in heaven. Her belly was large and protruding with a deep navel hole in the centre. As she moved to her side, I could see her large triangular hairy twat. Her twat was really bushy with all those curly black hairs on it, which Iâm sure have been there grown for almost right from the day she reached her puberty. I doubted if she ever shaved or trimmed her pubic hair on her cunt.
I was there feasting on my mom, that I never knew she would see me watching her. The next moment, I heard her let out a soft scream âHeyyy shekarâŠâ looking at me, and then scrambling to cover her naked body with the help of my pant and shirt she had beside her to wear after her bath. From her looks, I could say, she was as much petrified as me.
It was me, who first came out of the trance.
âGod, mom⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ I said. She stayed calm still looking at me, without uttering a word.
âMom⊠Iâm really sorry⊠I shouldnât have seen. Iâm really sorry.â I said again and again. Only after a few seconds she composed herself saying, âItâs Ok shekar⊠turn around, now let me dress myself.â Then she smiled a consoling smile at me indicating that everything was ok.
Even as she put on my shirt and pants, she talked just as casually as she would every time, asking me when I woke up. When I said, I was awake for the past half hour she paused for a second, or it was that way I guessed from the sounds of her bangles as they stopped for a few seconds.
âWhat is your hip size, shekar?â she asked me suddenly.
âWhy ma?â I returned the question to her again.
âOh... well⊠this pant is too tight for me and Iâm struggling to put on the hooks.â She said.
âIts 36 size mom. Whatâs your size?â I asked her.
âOh⊠its 38.â She said as she came over and sat beside me towelling her hair as she finished buttoning the shirt.
âDamn!!... Even now, she pulled me off with the sight of her body. The shirt she was wearing was in such a way that I could clearly see the contours of her large hanging breasts and a large coin size brownish areola and the nipples pointing out of the fabric. The shirt was small to her body that it barely covered her hips. It ended covering the bottom of her stomach only.
I was startled to see the pants hugging tightly to her thighs as she was wearing a fashionable tight pant. Above all I went to the extent of shrieking when I saw the zip of the pants open, to reveal the darkness of her cunt hair.
âMomâŠâ I called her hesitantly, âPut on the zip in the pants!â I said to her. This made her startled to as she fumbled with her fingers to manage to put on the zip, as if she never new that a pant had zip in the front.
I could see her feel uneasy, unable to move her legs with the tight fitting pants.
âMom⊠is very tight?â I asked her.
âYesâŠI had never worn a shirt or pants like a guy. Also this shirt is very flimsy and transparent that it shows everything inside. I feel very shy to wear it in front of you.â she said in a soft voice, but with a smile.
âDonât worry mom, itâs just me and you here. You can wear my baniyans and briefs if you want.â Saying so, I grabbed a pair of my vests and briefs and gave it to her. She kept it aside.
âBut wearing a pant and a shirt makes you more beautiful mom, as if you had gone much younger.â I said to make her feel at ease.
âIs it?â she asked with a surprise.
âYes mom, shall I say what I think? You actually look much sexy in this dressâŠâ I said.
âOh, Come on⊠Donât tease me like thisâŠâ she said.
âNo mom, you are really sexy now. If you go out in Chennai like this, Iâm sure youâd turn many young heads.â I coaxed her.
âHmmâŠreally? Is it how you feel now⊠attracted to your mom? Be frank.â She smiled.
âWell⊠yes... you really turned me on when I saw you today, when⊠when you took bath. Iâm really afraid now.â I stammered.
âWhy? After all, Iâm your own mom.â She asked.
âBut mom⊠even then, seeing my mom fully naked for the first time in my life makes my pulse go highâŠâ
âHey come on shekar⊠Iâm your mom. And, do you know that you had seen me naked many times when you were a child. Youâd pester me always that I couldnât even spare a moment away from you. I had to take bath and even go to toilet taking you with meâŠâ she giggled as she said.
âOh mom, donât say that I feel shyâŠâ I said.
âDonât feel shy⊠Iâm after all your mom. There is nothing wrong on seeing your mom naked. You used to see me naked till you studied 4th grade you know. That is something around 10 yrsâŠâ she smiled at me saying that.
âIts ok mom⊠it happened when I was a child. But now Iâm a grown up. Now seeing women half-naked itself make me excited and feel like having sex with her. I never knew how to have sex. But when I see them, I really wanted to experience that feeling.â I confessed.
âIts ok, shekar. Itâs normal for the boys of your age to have such feelings.â She said, and then after a pause said, âThat means, Iâm sure you felt very much like grabbing me for sex when you saw me naked in the morning.â
âIts not like that mom⊠how could I say you thatâ I hesitated.