The photoshoot continued, the tension building to a fever pitch with every new pose, every shared glance, every daring instruction. Both knew they were crossing lines, yet neither wanted to stop.
The photoshoot had already crossed into forbidden territory, but Arjun felt an unstoppable mummyentum. Meera stood before him in her finest low-waisted sari, topless potential hanging in the air like electricity. Her chest heaved, nipples visibly hard under the thin blouse, sindoor smudged erotically on her forehead, bangles jingling softly with every nervous breath.
“Mummy… unbutton the top button of your blouse,” Arjun said, his voice low and commanding. He wasn’t sure if she would obey—she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
Meera closed her eyes for a long mummyent, as if surrendering to the mummyent. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached up and popped open the top button of her front-opening blouse. The fabric parted immediately, revealing a deep, seductive expanse of her milky cleavage. The mangalsutra nestled between her breasts like a sacred offering.
Arjun raised the Canon and snapped picture after picture, zooming in on the soft, creamy flesh. “Wow, Mummy… the pictures are coming out so nice. This is the best sari I have ever seen on you,” he said foolishly, barely containing his joy. He had fantasized about seeing her naked since he was a teenager, and now it was unfolding right in front of him.
“Unbutton the second button, Mummy.”
Without opening her eyes or speaking, Meera obeyed. The blouse gaped wider, the wrinkled fabric bunching awkwardly. Arjun stepped closer, heart thundering. “The cloth is wrinkled… let me fix it.”
With his right hand, he reached forward and gently touched the top of her breast, feeling the scorching heat of her skin and the frantic pounding of her heart. Meera sucked in a sharp breath, her lips parting. He straightened the blouse and adjusted her mangalsutra slowly, deliberately brushing his fingers along the inner curves of her breasts. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as he finally stepped back.
He took dozens more photos, his cock painfully hard and leaking in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to lean down and suck on those hidden red nipples.
“Mummy… unbutton the last button,” he said, mouth completely dry.
Meera remained still, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Arjun pressed bolder this time. “Mummy… open your blouse.”
After a tense pause that felt like eternity, she slowly lifted the edges and undid the final button. The blouse fell open completely, her heavy breasts nearly spilling out. The material still clung teasingly to her erect nipples. Arjun snapped furiously, capturing every inch of her exposed cleavage.
“Mummy, move aside the blouse covering your breasts and cover them with your hands.”
With both hands, Meera slowly peeled the blouse fabric away, fully exposing her beautiful red nipples to her son’s hungry gaze for the first time. She quickly covered them with her palms, but the damage—the thrill—was done. This was the first time Arjun had seen his mother’s naked breasts. They were medium-sized, perfectly shaped, with dark red nipples stiff with arousal. He clicked rapidly, immortalizing the seductive goddess standing topless before him in nothing but a sheer green chiffon sari.
