My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least and my father was making more money, quicker than what he did in our hometown, thanks to his new passion in the stock market. My mother who used to be a timid housewife at Gulburga soon started changing herself to the surroundings of Mumbai and within a couple of years after reaching Mumbai, my mother looked like a typical Mumbai modern lady with her short hair and excessive cosmetics. She got enrolled herself in as many clubs as she could and soon became as active as my father was in his business. Although our family looked like a very well knit one from outside, I knew that our parent's were getting distanced from each other for many reasons. There were rumors that my father had some extra marital relationship with a woman from Kerala and as if to confirm the rumors he remained outside for most of the week. It did not took me long to realize that my mother is using all her club activities as a positive diversion from the mental turmoil she was undergoing because of her unfaithful husband, my father.
It was during a third week of June last year, a typical Mumbai monsoon day that changed the lives of me and my mother altogether. Being a Saturday, I was at home watching some music channels when I heard the calling bell ring. As I opened the door, I saw my mother completely slogged in the rain just covering her head with her churidar. I could see through her wet churidar, her bras fully exposed to my eyes as also the patch between her waist and her bra as also the wet round right on top of her navel. I have seen my mother getting slogged in the rain many times but it is only after she changed her dress code that I started looking at her with an additional curiosity. She rushed inside without talking to me nor did she get any clue that I had watched her body. My heart started beating fast as I knew that my mother is about to change her clothes and it could be a worthwhile experience if I get to see my mother's sexy body. With little effort, one could peep inside mother's room from the stair case just after climbing a few steps. I immediately closed the door and virtually ran to the stair case so that I don't miss even a second while my mother strips. As I started watching from the stairs, it was an amazing experience!
My mother had already pulled over her wet churidar and was removing her pajama through her legs as I started watching. As she bent forward to free herself from the moist clothes, I could clearly see how pointed were her huge tits although she was 45. She had a sort of a big stomach which didn't look bad either bulging out of her tight panties. Her thighs were silky and shiny, as if inviting one to caress them. She unclasped her bra within a split second and pulled down the strap of her panties in a flash. I was dumbfounded to watch my sexy mother standing naked although for a few seconds. She got into a cotton saree puffing around her body as if it were floating over her flesh. I kept watching her even after she was fully covered, which eventually resulted in my mother catching me soon. I thought for a moment that she would be shocked but she smiled at me as usual. I remained motionless for a second wondering what I should do next as my mother has caught me peeping in to see her changing. My mother was still smiling and surprisingly, she signed to me as if she was calling me inside. Unable to believe my own eyes, I slowly got down the stairs and the door opened even before I could knock as if she was waiting for me to come.
I felt thoroughly embarrassed in front of my mom for what I have done. After looking down for a while, I finally gathered the courage to stare at my mother who was smiling rather mischievously.
"Are you happy?" She asked. "Is that all you need from your mother?"
I wish I could say 'No' to her question but my mouth had gone dry in fear and embarrassment. But surely I wanted more from my mother and I also knew that sooner or later I may have to express to her about what I exactly wanted from her.
"Your father is expected for lunch in just an hour's time. What do you think we can do?"
My body froze for a second to see that my mother was actually winking at me while her left hand was sliding her saree towards the right side showing her left melon suffocating under her tight bra and blouse. I could sense the prick in my crotch and felt a load of blood pumping into my brain. I closed the door from inside and went behind my mother, hugging her while letting my hands on her cushy stomach. I could immediately hear a hiss coming out of my mother's lips as she swayed her head backwards to rub her cheeks against mine. Feeling her chill soft cheeks took me to greater height as my hands held my mother's waist somewhat firmly. I could smell the fragrance of jasmine in my mother's hair and my lips reached to her left shoulder to plant a gentle kiss. My mother rose on her feet once my lips touched her soft skin her arms reached backwards to hold me like a bracket. That gave me the opportunity to feel my mother's shoulders, arms and waist freely as she was moving back and forth to let me have a complete feel of her skin wherever my hands strayed.
My mother had not pinned her saree against her blouse till now and as such the top of her saree faltered from her shoulders in her motions. Looking from behind I could see my mother's sexy cleavage very clearly and could not resist taking a deep breath.
"How do they look like?" My mother asked teasingly.