By the time they finished, Meera had a full selection of stunning, increasingly daring images to choose from. She sat beside him on the bed, shoulder touching his, as they reviewed the photos on the laptop. Her thigh pressed lightly against his, sending electric jolts through his body.
“Which one do you like best on me, beta?” she asked softly, turning to look at him with those intoxicating eyes.
The reception awaited, but this private mummyent had already ignited something far more dangerous and exciting.
After the charged sari trial in her bedroom the previous evening, Meera had gone shopping early the next morning, returning with several new sarees and blouses specifically for the reception. Arjun knew what that meant—he would get another private photoshoot. He had already charged Rajesh’s Canon EOS 700D overnight, ensuring every high-resolution detail of his mother’s sexy waist, deep navel, and curves would be captured perfectly. He made a silent mental note to secretly copy the best shots to his own laptop later for… personal use.
“I think the living room would be right,” Meera suggested after lunch, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
“Okay, Mummy.”
“You set up your camera and lights. Meanwhile, I’ll go change into the first sari,” she said, her eyes beaming. In front of the camera, she transformed into a different woman—confident, playful, almost flirtatious.
Arjun moved the cushions, lamp, and vase aside, clearing a clean space against the plain grey wall for better contrast with her skin. Ten minutes later, he heard the soft rustle of silk as Meera descended the stairs.
She wore a beautiful silk pink-and-white sari with subtle abstract patterns. The pink low-cut sleeveless blouse hugged her full breasts, and even from a distance, Arjun could clearly see the delicious swell of her cleavage. She had draped the pallu modestly over her shoulder to cover it for now, but the pink fabric only made the valley between her breasts look more inviting. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, a pink bindi adorned her forehead, and simple bangles jingled on her wrists.
“Are you ready?” Meera asked excitedly, adjusting her pallu.
“Yes, Mummy. Stand over there, against the wall,” Arjun instructed, raising the Canon.
Meera positioned herself gracefully. Her fair skin glowed beautifully against the grey wall. She stood with both hands by her sides at first, looking at him expectantly, waiting for direction.
They waited in a brief, loaded silence. Finally, she spoke. “You’re the photographer, beta. You have to instruct me how to pose.”
Arjun’s heart raced. “Okay, Mummy. Keep your left hand on your waist and the other by your side.”
He clicked rapidly—three shots in succession. The photos were stunning. The low drape of the sari highlighted her smooth, exposed waist and deep navel perfectly.
“Mummy, look at these. You look so good,” he said, turning the screen toward her.
Meera leaned in close, her perfume enveloping him. A proud smile lit up her face. “Not bad… But finish taking pictures first. We’ll review everything properly on the big computer later.” Even at 41, she looked radiant—her lovely face complemented by that well-shaped, juicy ass Arjun had fantasized about seeing naked for years.
