“Keep both hands on your waist,” he instructed next.
Meera obeyed, her fingers resting on her smooth, bare midriff. The pose pushed her chest forward and accentuated her hourglass figure. Arjun remembered the dangerously low green sari from the marriage and wondered if he could convince her to wear something similar again.
“Turn a little to the left, Mummy.” She complied, giving him a perfect side profile. He snapped several more shots, focusing on the curve of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips.
“Okay, enough for this one,” Meera announced after a while.
A sharp pang of disappointment hit Arjun. “But Mummy, I only took a few, and you looked even better in that sari you wore for the marriage ceremony—the really low one.”
Meera suppressed a grin, clearly enjoying his interest. “If we don’t move fast, how will I try all eight saris?” She winked playfully.
Relieved, Arjun waited as she went upstairs again.
The next sari was a rich red one with golden embroidery. She had removed her mangalsutra and heavier ornaments. Her hair now flowed freely down her back with a few soft strands framing her forehead. The red low-cut blouse was daring, though currently covered by the pallu.
“Mummy, I think instead of wearing the aanchal across, you should drape it on one side only,” Arjun suggested nervously, his voice thick.
“Really? But this blouse is quite low-cut,” she pouted, her rosy lips looking irresistibly soft.
“Trust me, Mummy. You’ll look incredible,” he assured her, barely hiding his excitement.
Meera hesitated for a second, then pulled the pallu aside and draped it over one shoulder. Success. Her deep, creamy cleavage was now fully exposed to his hungry gaze. The blouse was so low that the inner curves of her breasts were visible, and Arjun was almost certain she wasn’t wearing a bra—the thin fabric showed the clear outline of her hardening nipples, especially the left one poking prominently.
He snapped furiously, zooming in on her chest. Fuck… that’s definitely a nipple. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants.
“I need to go to the toilet real quick,” he muttered, hurrying away before she noticed the bulge.
In the bathroom, Arjun adjusted his rock-hard cock, splashing cold water on his face to calm down. When he returned, Meera was sitting on the sofa, casually reading a women’s magazine.
“Mummy, why don’t you stay seated and continue reading? I’ll take some natural, candid shots without disturbing you,” he suggested smoothly.
“Okay,” she replied, unaware of his true intentions.
Arjun took a few distant shots first. Then, as she became engrossed in the magazine, he moved closer, angling the camera downward. From above, he could see deep into her blouse—the soft inner sides of her breasts and both nipples now clearly erect and pressing against the fabric.
Is she getting aroused too? The thought made him bolder.
“Mummy, can you stand up against the wall again?”
She obeyed without question.
“Put one hand on your head and lean against the wall.”
As she did, the pallu slid down completely. Both breasts, covered only by the thin red blouse, were now on full display. Her nipples poked hard and obvious through the material.
