Meera stared at him, eyes wide. “It’s a chiffon sari, idiot. My skin will show through completely.”
“Oh… but you can give it a try,” he pressed gently, his heart pounding.
Meera hesitated, biting her lower lip. “Okay… trying doesn’t hurt.”
Arjun’s cock twitched hard in his pants at the thought of seeing her naked legs and possibly more beneath the sheer fabric.
When she returned downstairs a short while later, Arjun studied her movements intently. The sari flowed around her like liquid silk. He tried to spot skin but couldn’t immediately. However, the way her full, round ass jiggled and swayed with each step told him everything—she had removed the petticoat. The absence of the extra layer made her hips and thighs move with a freer, more sensual bounce.
“Can you see anything?” Meera asked nervously, standing in front of him.
“No, Mummy, I can’t see anything right now. Move around a little, walk up and down so I can check if anything shows when you’re in motion,” Arjun replied, setting the camera aside and sitting on the sofa to watch openly.
Meera began walking slowly across the living room. As the sari veils lifted and swirled with her steps, Arjun gasped softly. Flashes of her smooth, naked thighs appeared, and he caught clear glimpses of her black panties—small, lacy, and barely covering her generous ass. The thin chiffon did nothing to hide the dark fabric underneath when the light hit just right.
“Mummy, I think the sari is very thin,” he said, forcing seriousness into his voice. “When you walk, some of your skin can definitely be seen.”
“I knew it… How much can you see?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“I can see up to your thighs,” Arjun replied carefully, avoiding mention of the panties.
“Take some pictures. I’ll see for myself how much I’m showing,” Meera instructed, almost inviting him to gawk openly at her exposed body.
Arjun picked up the camera and began snapping. She turned around at his request, presenting her back. The sheer green fabric clearly outlined her panty-clad ass—the black panties were slightly small, riding up and exposing the soft lower curves of her buttocks. He photographed her from every angle: front, side, back, walking poses. The tension in the room thickened with every click.
“Okay, enough. Show me the pictures now,” Meera said finally. She sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her. Arjun sat close, their thighs almost touching, and opened the recent shots on the camera screen.
The first image showed her sexy, bare legs through the chiffon. The next captured her mid-step, legs slightly apart, naked thighs glowing. Meera’s cheeks flushed with visible excitement as she studied the provocative images of herself exposing so much to her own son. Arjun watched her reaction from the corner of his eye—her breathing had quickened.
He reluctantly switched to the next photo: a rear view where her black panty was unmistakably visible. The sexual tension skyrocketed. The following side-profile shot revealed not just her thighs and panties, but her hard nipples poking prominently through the thin blouse fabric.
