It was a very humid morning in Chennai and everything felt so sticky. Maya shifted on the mattress, wearing her nightdress that felt damp on her skin. Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing her own nightdress, fanning herself with a newspaper.
"Ayyo, this heat," she said, feeling irritated.
Maya stretched in the bed.
"I feel like I'm melting, and I feel sticky" She said, looking down at her nightdress which was sticking to her thighs.
"Maya, is that?" Asked her mother.
"My panty, Amma, it's a little ripe." Maya said.
Her mother smiled.
"Mine also, I know it's bad. Show me yours, Maya." Asked her mother.
Maya was surprised and at the same time was hesitating. But slowly, she gave in and lifted the hem of her nightdress from around her knee upwards, revealing her blue coloured cotton panties.
"Hmm, you have a strong aroma Maya and you know what? I like it very much. It's a little musky." Said her mother.
With hesitation her mother lifted her own nightdress, revealing a pair of beige, cotton panties.
"See? Mine is worse."
Maya leaned in again, surprised but curious, took a small sniff.
"Amma! Yours smells nice." Maya said blushing.
Maya's mother reached out and pushed Maya's nightgown up and touched the hem of Maya's panties.
"Can I?" She asked.
Maya nodded.
Her mother gently pulled down her daughter's panties.
"Lift up," she said.
Maya raised her hips a bit off the bed as her panties slipped down her legs as her mother removed them completely.
Her mother held them close to her nose and inhaled deeply.
"Smells really nice, Maya." She said and handed the panties to Maya.
