Chapter 01: The Beginning
Madhu walked gingerly down the small trail in the woods of Kodaikanal, looking for the brook. She could hear one down below. She dodged low branches of the lush trees that lined the narrow trail, making her way down to the water for a refreshing bath. She was wearing a knee-length robe over her underwear, and carried a small plastic bag containing her fresh clothes.
She had come to this heavily wooded campsite with her 19-year old son Shyam. It had been their annual ritual during Shyam's spring break for the past five years since her husband suddenly died of heart attack while on a business trip overseas. At the young age of 40, Madhu found herself widowed, with a teenage son to rise. Her older daughter Snehal had gone away to college, and Madhu was left to take care of the household by herself. After the initial shock had worn off, Shyam had told his mother that he would take care of her, and true to his word, he had been an exemplary son, helping out in all the chores, and taking on many of the routine jobs which his father used to do. Madhu had become very fond of her son, and adored him tremendously. She depended on him, and he on her, and they had developed a very strong bond of love between them.
Madhu kept thinking of how the five years had gone by, as she got closer to the water. She could see glimpses of the shimmering surface through the dense foliage, but she was still a few hundred feet above the water. As she turned to her right past a rather large tree, she suddenly came upon a clearing through which she could see the gently flowing stream of water. She stood there, watching the beautiful sight, looking at the reflection of the clouds above, and the thick forest along the bank of the brook. She was about to move on, when she caught a glimpse of a man in the water, as he stepped out and reached for the towel. At first she did not recognized him, but in a moment realized that it was her son, Shyam.
Madhu watched as he scrubbed himself clean. Her eyes grew in disbelief as he vigorously scrubbed his groin, massaging the whole area as he dried himself. She could not believe the size of his cock as it grew due to the friction of the towel. In a few moments it was stiff, pointing at his belly. She suddenly felt guilty watching her own son like that, and moved on, making her way down to the water. She knew he had not seen her, because she was well hidden by the foliage. Besides, he had been too busy finishing up to realize that she was standing above him.
Shyam looked up as she came down the trail, and smiled.
"Good morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?" He picked up his towel and moved toward her.
Madhu simply nodded, looking at her young son's slim body. He had put on his shorts and tee shirt, and was scrubbing his hair. Shyam gave her a hug, and kissed her on the cheek. Madhu kissed him on his head, and turned to look for a place to put down her bag.
"How's the water, Shyam?"
"Oh, it's great. Very refreshing. I know you will like it. But to really enjoy it, you have to go skinny dipping."
"Not when you are around, Shyam," Madhu replied.
"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I am heading back to the cabin. But I suggest you do go skinny dipping."
"I'll see."
"Okay. I'll see you later. Don't be too long. We have to be at the Dining Hall by 8. You have 30 minutes to get back to the cabin."
"Okay. Now go."
Shyam laughed, as he watched his mother fidgeting and blushing at the thought of going nude in the water. He turned and started walking back up the trail.
"You know, Mom. You shouldn't worry about skinny dipping. You are quite good looking," he said, as he waved at her, and disappeared in the foliage.
Later at the Dining Hall, Shyam leaned over to his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Did you do it, Mom?"
She looked at him blankly at first, and then realizing what he was asking, smiled at him, and said, "Yes, Shyam. You were right. The cool water felt so good against the skin. I feel quite refreshed. Thanks for the tip."
Shyam beamed with joy. He looked at his mother. She looked radiant. She was 45 years old, but looked not a day over 35. She had managed to maintain her slender but well-endowed figure by regular exercise, and as a result, her breasts showed no sag despite bearing two children. She was nearly as tall as her son, who was a few inches less than six feet tall. Because of her height, her otherwise large breasts did not look overly large, and she carried herself quite gracefully. She was a vivacious woman, full of life and energy, and stunningly beautiful. Shyam was very proud of her.
"You look so gorgeous, Mom."
"Thanks honey. You are also quite handsome. What is the plan for the day?"
Shyam told her about the hiking trip after breakfast, and then some outdoor games following lunch and siesta. The campsite people had planned a camp fire at night, if the nice, sunny weather held up through the day. Madhu listened to her son, catching his enthusiasm and joy in the outdoors activities. As she watched his animated face, the earlier sight of him coming out of the water floated back into her consciousness.
Madhu recalled his youthful form, and bit her lip as the memory of his erect organ, jutting out from his golden bush, came back. She looked at his face, and his blonde locks, his narrow chin and straight nose. She found his deep blue eyes very fascinating, as she always had. He was handsome, and now as he became an adult, he had taken after his father, showing signs of the same rugged, athletic look her husband had. She missed her husband very much, but now she was quite happy having her son around. He was the best son any mother could have, and she was very proud of him.
She recalled how, when he graduated from high school, he declined all the offers from big schools, even those that were willing to offer him scholarships, because he wanted to stay close to his mother. He loved her very much, and after his father died suddenly, he made a decision never to leave her alone. She knew he had sacrificed good schools for her, and she was extremely grateful. Now in his second year at the local college, Shyam was very popular with his professors and especially the girls. But he kept the girls at bay, not wanting anything to distract him from his studies and his mother.
Madhu patted his hand, and said, "Which group are you going with?"
