Unhooking mom's bra
I come from a decent family in Delhi. We are four in our family – Dad, mom, my younger brother and I. My dad (42) is a higher-level employee in a bank. Mom (38) is a senior staff with one of the research institutes. I (22) have just finished my engineering in Electronics and looking for a job. My brother (20) is doing his B.Sc. In short we are a happy family enjoying all the facilities available in the modern era. Even we are rich enough to have a maid,but we do not have any because we think it's nice to do our things ourselves.
Being a little modern family, my mom goes to her office in jeans, or skirts or such kind of dresses. Her slim body with nice shape makes many people mad. She has attractive figure of 32-28-36. Her ass jiggles very nicely according to her movement. People go crazy with her movements and I could say that nobody could think that she has two sons above 20 years of age. Inside our home we wear free dresses. I have seen my mom many times in her bra and panties and helped her several times in hooking and unhooking her bra from behind. It's just normal for her to kiss my dad in front of us. Dad also sometimes cups her breasts while watching the tv along with us. We (mom and I) go to the shopping frequently and she never hesitates to buy her lingerie (including g-strings with very thin strips), shaving kits, sanitary napkins and even contraceptives, I take it normally. She has a smoking habit and people stare at her whenever she smokes outside. This is still a kind of amazing thing in India, to be observed.
Let's come to the main point now. Once my dad was out on his official trip and brother was on an excursion from his college. After coming back from her office mom went to the bathroom. I was watching tv in the living room. After sometime she called me from her room, and I went there and found that mom was just back from the bathroom, taking a shower. She was in front of the mirror and had her back towards me. But I could see everything on her front through the mirror. She was in her g-string, the strip was so thin that it was not enough to cover even her shit hole. Through the mirror I could see that her breasts were hanging nicely, they were very firm and not very big in size. Her nice, thin waist was holding thin lace of her g-string just below her navel. The front part of her g-string hardly covered her pussy and most part was hidden inside her pussy. She had shaven her pussy nicely, so I could not see her pubic hair outside the g-string. She was combing her hair. Her breasts were moving nicely as per her move of hands. I could clearly see her armpits, which were cleanly shaved. Seeing her in that position, I had a hardon down below in my pants but thinking of the relation, I tried to hide everything and the scene was not very unusual for me. Only small change was that I could even see her lower lips eating her g-string completely.
"Yes, mom", I said approaching her.
"Can you please help me in hooking my bra?" She asked tying her hair.
"Sure mom. But where it is?" I said.
"Oh, sorry, it's in the cupboard, would you mind to take it out from there Amit?" She said.
"No mom, not at all." I said and opened her cupboard and tried to find one bra for her. There were several bras in her cupboard.
"Which one do you want to wear now?" I asked her.
"Can you find the one that matches this panty please?"
She said without looking at me. She was wearing a white g-string. There were many white bras. I chose the one that had smallest cup and thinnest strips. I closed the door of her cupboard and headed towards her.
"Just a minute, I will be back in seconds."
She said and went out of the room. I was watching her from behind. Oh my God! Her movement was very sexy. Her ass chicks were fighting with each other. There was no sign of her g-string except the lace around her thin waist. After less than a minute she came back with a lighter.
"Is this ok mom?" I asked showing the bra I chose for her to wear.
"Ohh, sweet Amit, it's nice. It matches this perfectly", she said showing her g-string, which is almost doing nothing to hide her most private part.
She took the bra from my hand and wore through her arms. She adjusted her breasts in the cups of the bra and asked me to hook it. As I suspected, the cups were not enough to hold her breasts. But she did not care. I hooked it.
"Thanks Amit", she said. "Shall we go out for dinner?" she asked me lighting one cigarette and throwing the smoke through her nostrils.
"It sounds great mom," I said.
"Go and get ready then. I will finish this cigarette by then." She said and lied on the bed.
I went to my room and changed myself. Since it was hot summer day, I wore a loose t-shirt and shorts. After then I went to mom's room. She was still on the bed puffing her cigarette. One of her hands was inside her g-string, maybe she was fingering.
"Let's go mom." I said pretending not seeing anything.
"Two minutes, baby." She took last puff and threw the remainder of cigarette into the ashtray.
She got up and wore a sleeveless t-shirt and tight shorts. She took her purse and car key. We went to the garage; she sat on the driving seat and drove us to the market. We parked the car in front of a nice restaurant and entered. We had reserved one table and ordered some meal and told them that we would be back in an hour as it was too early for us to take dinner. We walked around the market. People were staring at us as we (especially mom) were in western outfits. Many people glazed their eyes on my mom when she lit one cigarette and puffed it up. But we did not care. We walked around, had some coconut water on the way and went to the medicine shops. I, together with the man in the shop was shocked when mom asked for condoms. I could easily see that the shopkeeper's hand was trembling while delivering the packets of condoms to her. This was my first time to see her buying condoms; otherwise she used to buy some pills or other things as contraceptives.
After around one hour we returned back to the restaurant and we occupied our table. Mom asked for some wine and I was happy with beer.
"Have you ever smoked Amit?" she asked lighting one more. This was third cigarette that I saw my mom smoking in one day. I had tried smoking many times but was not addicted to this like my mom. In our family only she is a regular smoker, others are not.
