Indian Mom: Mother and son develop a relationship..As far as I can remember I have always been very close to my mother. My recollection of my father is rather limited as he left us when I was very young. Mother and I lived at my grandparent’s ancestral home, in a little costal village in India. Mother was well educated with a Masters degree in English Literature. She enjoyed writing and had authored several novels. Her writing enabled her to work from home and allowed her plenty of time with me. My grandparents were well off and since mother was the only daughter we never had to struggle to make ends meet.
Mother was an amazingly beautiful woman. Over the years she had resisted many attempts of remarriage by my grandparents and other relatives. She always claimed it would be unfair to me, but I suspected it was her love for the same sex, that left her uninterested in men. She had an angelic face, seldom tied her luscious hair that flowed down to her waist. She was never modest in her dressing, it wasn’t easy to hide those large curvy D cups and her cleavage was constantly on display. Her slender waist and slight tummy, with a deep navel that was always on show was extremely sexy. Like most South Indian women she had wide gracious hips, full curvy buttocks that ended in pair of well toned athletic legs from years of Bharatanatyam training. She took great care in maintaining the softest and clearest skin you can ever imagine.
Mother was an extremely open minded woman, nothing was too harsh or taboo. The freedom, wealth and the western education that she had received from my grandparents had ensured this. During my adolescence there weren’t many girls of my age around our house, due to the secluded and much protected location of my grandparent’s house. So when my hormones were raging and my eyes zeroing in on the various aspects of her voluptuous body, mother was extremely sympathetic and understanding. While she never encouraged my lust, she did enjoy my prying eyes on her and never went to any extremities to curb my visual desires.
When I turned eighteen I left home to attend University. I would visit home every weekend, as it was only a two hour ride to my grandparent’s house from the city.
One morning I was still asleep, naked and sporting a large erection under the thin sheets. Mother entered without knocking, I guess she had become accustomed to it in my absence for most of the week. She began preparations for her daily bath, running the water in the large bath that was attached to my room. I’m sure she stopped to notice my erection before stepping into the bathroom.
I barely opened my eyes, before dosing off to sleep again when she said “Sonu beta I am going for my bath.”
I was awakened again, by the rustling noise of my maid’s sari as she walked in with mothers clothes. She was yelling out to mother, letting her know that she had brought her clothes. She was completely oblivious to the fact that I was in the room. I quickly doubled the sheets to cover my erection just as the door to the bath opened.
I was shocked as I strained my sleepy eyes to the full nakedness of mother’s body. She had a towel wrapped around her head as beads of water mixed with perspiration trickled down her bare body. The view was heavenly, I had never seen this her naked before. Her dark brown nipples stood erect on her large breasts. My eyes instantly dropped to the dark mound of thick black pubes that covered her entire womanhood and rose up in a thin line all the way to her navel.
Hearing me gasp in astonishment, my maid looked at me and said “Oh Anitha, Sonu is awake!”
Mother turned towards me and smiled without the slightest embarrassment. I could feel the blood rush down to my already engorged manhood.
“Good morning Sonu beta, you?re up!” she said, without making any attempt to cover up.
My maid was red faced seeing this bold new attitude of my mother. I could feel my heart pounding as I continued to stare at her nakedness.
“Anitha didi(sister) your naked.” my maid replied again.
“He is a big boy now and a little nudity cannot hurt.” mother said with a wink.
They both giggled as my maid left the room. And I wondered if mother’s nakedness had the same affect on my maid as it had on me.
Facing me with the sweetest smile and raising her hands to her hips she said “Got a good look?”
The urge to move my hand down and rub my erection was becoming unbearable.
She stood there for a while as she dried off her hair giving me a full frontal view. She looked like a sex goddess. Her dark brown areolas showed distinctly against her creamy white breasts. The deep navel from where a thin trace of her pubic hair sprung into a dark triangle almost called out for me to bury my tongue in it.
She giggled, turning towards the bathroom and enjoying the attention of my hungry eyes, gorging on her naked flesh.
“You look so cute ma.” I managed to say with a naughty smile.
Glancing back she winked and said “Thanks!!”
She bent giving me a full view of her delicious buttocks, the protruding labial lips and pubic hair as she picked up her clothes and vanished into the bathroom.
This became a custom on most weekends when I visited home. Mother was very comfortable with her nudity at home and felt I was old enough to accept it as well. Who was I to object, the only part I regretted was she never undressed in front of me.
We used to have a big festival once a year during which it was customary for woman folk to have an oil bath and perform religious ceremonies.
“Should I wake Sonu and send him out?” I heard my maid say.
“He looks tired let him sleep, besides what’s to hide.” mother replied.
They both giggled as they watched me squinting in the morning light. For the first time I saw mother’s hand at the hooks of her blouse. My heart almost skipped a beat in anticipation. My maid helped remove the rest of her sari. They kept chatting, as mother disrobed. Her big breasts swung free as they came off the tight clasp of her blouse. She was naked once again as she stepped out of her petticoat.
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