My mother dropped the front part (pallu) of her sari and then took out the folds tucked under the front part of her petticoat (shaaya). She unwrapped the sari off her body and dropped into the tub, which was getting full with our worn garments. She turned her back to me and started unbuttoning her blouse one by one. My 19-year old organ was still erect and hard, as I watched with interest the next acts. She took the light blue colored blouse off her arms and dropped it into the tub. She was still wearing the shaaya and her bra to hide her treasures. Slowly I gathered the courage to ask her with curiosity if she would be nude.
"Ma," I just managed to say this much. My tongue couldn't move further. It got dried up.
"What, my boy?" she asked affectionately, as her fingers reached the hooks of her brassiere.
"Tumi ki ekdom nyangto hoye snan korbe?" ("Will you be nude?")
She burst into laughter," Oh, my boy! That's how I take my showers daily."
"May I unhook?” I asked, when she was about to unhook her bras.
"Okay." she approved.
My fingers were trembling in excitement, as I unhooked her bra, took the straps off her shoulders and dropped the bra into the tub.
I was in so much excitement that I couldn't suppress the temptation of grabbing her breasts from behind. It was so warm and tender. I placed my palm under her breasts and applied my loving pressures on both of them simultaneously.
"Ahhhh, lagchhe!" she said, as she experienced pain resulting out of my squeeze.
"Sorry mom!" I apologized.
"It's okay. Just do that softly..." she said, as she placed both my palms over her nipples, which I still couldn't see as I was behind her. My erect cock was pressing on to the crack of her ass, with the shaaya acting as the only barrier in between.
Mom now turned to face me. That was my first glimpse of her pair of lovely breasts, ever since I stopped sucking, which I don't remember and no child does. She didn't allow me to watch more. She hugged me tightly and I lowered my face to hide it inside her bare breasts. Her palms rested on the back of my head. I sunk into a new world of peace. I had full control of my mother's breasts, an asset of worship. I explored the texture of her skin color there. So soft and so smooth my mother's breasts are! The aureoles were light purple in color and the circle was uniform. I made her dry breasts wet by opening my mouth and licking all around with my tongue. Then I kissed her nipples and started sucking them, as if I was a child once more.
"Chhoto belar khide-ta ekhono meteni bujhi?" (Yet to quench the thirst of your childhood?")She jokingly asked.
"Na, na. Aro, aro..." I wanted more and more. She put her arms around me.
"Hey, we'll get late for bath, my boy." she reminded.
I was in no mood to leave that. "It's so nice, Ma!" I said in complement.
"Not as good as it was when you were a child. It has sagged with my ageing."
"Come on. Who says you are aged. You still look like a young lady." I said.
"Shut up!" she said, even though she liked my words.
I started kissing below her breasts, all the way up to her navel. Her petticoat had an opening where the string is tied. It was too dark inside the opening and nothing was visible. I was eager to unfasten her shaaya. I stood up and brought her close to me -as close as I could. I slowly attempted to unfasten the strings of her shaaya (petticoat).
"Khulbo?" I asked for her permission.
She just nodded and buried her face within my breasts. "Ei gero pore jabe!" she cautioned against the risk of the strings getting fastened instead. I made no mistake. It came down, crossing the lovely terrains of my mother's buttocks. It was something that I always tried to visualize and felt excited while jacking myself off in my solitude.
I touched her mounds of flesh lovingly and patted there gently.
"Tomar pachhata ki sundar Ma" I said with full of praise for her lovely buttocks.
She slapped me lovingly, with a mild husky tone "Naughty!"
"Do you know Ma, when I had my first glance at it?"
"When?”, she wondered.
"Well...It was on a Thursday. The dhobi (washer man) was there to deliver and collect the laundry clothes. You felt like giving your shaaya for washing. While dhobi was busy in counting the clothes, your hands went inside the sari and then you unfastened your shaaya. It exposed your buttocks for a split second, before you could cover yourself with the sari ...". The memory of the incident that I told her was making me more and more excited.
"I must be in a hurry. Must have kept urgent household works pending." she explained. "I feel irritated when he comes during my busy times."
Both of us were fully naked in a close embracing position. I turned on the shower. Water started trickling down gently - through her hair, down her breasts, her bushes, down her thighs, legs and beyond her toes. There was complete silence, except the trickling sound of water. We were looking with loving eyes toward each other in perfect closeness.
