Curvy mom caught son

I always knew my mom, Deepa, was a beautiful woman. Even at 45, she still had the curves that would make any man’s head turn. But I never thought I would see her naked.

It was a typical morning in our small 2 BHK house. I had just finished my breakfast and was heading to college. I had to pass through my mom’s bedroom to get to the front door, and as I approached, I could hear muffled noises coming from inside. I assumed she was on the phone, so I quietly opened the door to not disturb her.


But what I saw took my breath away.


My mom was standing in front of her wardrobe, completely naked. She was bending over, rummaging through her clothes, and her curves were on full display. I couldn’t help but stare.

Before I could react, she turned around and saw me. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I could see the shock on her face.

“Rahul!” she gasped, quickly covering herself with a towel. “What are you doing here?”

“I-I’m sorry, mom,” I stuttered, feeling my face heat up. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

I quickly backed out of the room, feeling guilty and embarrassed. But as I walked to college, I couldn’t get the image of my mom’s naked body out of my head.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself thinking about that moment more and more. I couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction towards my mom. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t control it.

One day, we were sitting in the living room, chatting about random things. The conversation turned to relationships, and my mom asked me if I had a girlfriend.

“No, mom,” I replied, feeling my heart rate quicken. “I haven’t found the right girl yet.”

“What about your classmates? Is there anyone you like?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

“There is someone, mom,” I said, swallowing hard. “But I don’t think she feels the same way about me.”

“Why not?” she asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“I don’t know, mom,” I replied, looking down at my lap. “I think she sees me as just a friend.”

“Well, you never know until you try, Rahul,” she said, placing her hand on my knee.

I looked up at her, and our eyes met. For a moment, time stood still. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew what I had to do.

I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel her body pressing against mine.

I ran my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. She moaned lightly, and I knew she wanted more.

I gently pushed her back onto the couch, climbing on top of her. I could feel her heart pounding beneath my chest as I kissed her neck, making my way down to her breasts.

I cupped them in my hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath my fingers. I took one in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. She moaned louder, running her fingers through my hair.

I could feel my erection growing harder by the second. I slid my hand down her stomach, making my way to her wetness. I grazed her clit with my fingers, and she gasped.

I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me. I added another finger, pumping in and out of her as I licked and sucked on her nipples.

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