Hello! This is Sarayu, a young lady 40 years with good physique and statistics. Ours is a rich family and we live in a posh area in Hyderabad. We have an import-export business. My hubby is 45 and of course good looking.
In a high society where we live, maintenance of a figure for a woman is as important as a high bank balance for a man. Because of this, I keep my body fit, trim and attractive. Whenever we go for a social gathering the men ogle at me. If a chance comes they try to touch me here and there by handshaking, pressing the hand for a longer than normal.
They ask me for a dance so that they can be close to me. On any such occasions, men always try to grab me close to them by keeping their palms on my fleshy, tempting bum. I have son 20 years doing his graduation 2nd year. I have been reading the episodes in ISS.net regularly and impressed a lot.
Reading all those stuff I also felt why not I share my experience with the readers. Hence this narration. Dear readers this is a real experience that happened with me a year back. The name which I gave is a fictional one. I am not giving any mail id or such thing.
I just want to share my experiences, not to get any communication with you. Whatever readers thought about this episode can give their comments in the comments section. It occurred so suddenly and unexpectedly last year in the month of February.
That day after sending my husband to his office and my son to the college, I finished my household work of preparing lunch and other works by 11 am. After finishing I went to the bathroom and had a bath refreshing myself. Though we have attached bath I have a habit of using the common bathroom.
On that day after finishing my bath, I wrapped the towel around my body and headed towards my room. While passing I dashed with someone. I was about to scream, thinking that some intruder had entered into the house. “Mom! It is me, don’t panic,” with these words, someone grabbed me in his hand.
I raised my face to find my son holding me tight. Because of the sudden commotion my towel which I just wrapped around my body, slipped and fell at my feet. I was totally naked before my adult son. He was 19 at that time. I should have immediately bent down lift the towel to cover myself.
Or I should have taken a newspaper which on the table near to me and covered or should have run to my room. I didn’t do any of this. I don’t know what happened but I stood like a statue before my adult son exposing my naked body. “Hey didn’t you go the college?” I enquired with him in that position only.
“I went, mom. But college has declared 3 weeks preparation holidays for I year students.” He said. His hand is still holding me at my waist. His eyes are glittering like sparkles. I got rid of him and went to my room. Remember I didn’t run, rather walked casually.
While I was walking I had a feeling that my son is gazing at me. I felt that his looks are piercing on my back, on the bum, the back side of thighs and so. When I went to my room I realized what had happened. “Cha! How foolishly I behaved!” I thought.
The whole day I was thinking about this only. I don’t know, I felt a kind of thrilling sensation running throughout my body. I liked that thrilling sensation. ‘Why?’ I asked this question to myself. ‘Is it because a young lad is looking at me admiringly?’
I found a gleam in my son’s eyes when he looked at my nakedness. While I was thinking I never thought about him as my son but as a young lad. I know many young boys of that age stare at me, some with admiration and some with a desire in their eyes.
When I notice this, I smile myself and to tease them more, I smile at them and walk more seductively. ‘Am I trying to impress my son also?’ I don’t know. But I enjoyed his looks on my body. The thought that my son had seen his mom naked gave a thrilling sensation to me.
Throughout the day I was feeling that his looks are piercing me. That evening when my husband asked me why am I so absent-minded, I couldn’t give him an answer and avoided that question. Next day at about the same time I went to the bathroom. I know my son is at home.
I should have had my bath in the attached bath of my room. But, I had a bath in the common bathroom and came out naked and moved towards my room as yesterday. Yesterday at least I wrapped the towel. But today I came out totally naked and passing through the passage.
Today no one dashed me, but I had the same feeling that some looks are gazing at me. I know that my son is hiding and looking at me. I smiled myself. After passing some distance, I bent forward as if to adjust the silver ring of my toe. I stood like that for almost two minutes.
I was sure that my son might have had a good look at his mom’s tempting ass and pouted pussy lips. Then slowly I moved to my room as usual, very casually. I smiled myself ‘poor boy’ I thought myself. I had a feeling that my son’s looks are following me whatever I am doing.
I don’t know why I was getting a kind of satisfaction showing my nakedness to him. I was tempting him with my seductive smile and the rhythmic sway of my butt. Next day as usual at the same time I had a bath and came out naked. Again the same feeling that some looks are poking me on my back, particularly on my fleshy bum cheeks.
I had a silly thought and immediately I implemented it. What I had done is while going to my room suddenly I turned around. I was sure by my turn my son feasted his eyes gazing at my fair thighs and the clean shaved pussy. Then as if nothing happened I turned back and moved to my room.
This type of hiding and seek continued for one week. Me, coming out of the bathroom naked and my son gazing at me. Though I could not locate him where he is, sure he is around me. Though I enjoyed and thrill during the day, at night, I used to think. ‘What am I doing? He is my son. No, I must not do this.’
I decided in the night. But the next day by the time of 10.30/11.00 my mind was forcing me to go to the bathroom and come out naked. The moment I come out the thrill in my body starts, and goosebumps form on my body. In these twenty years of my marriage, my hubby had never failed me.
He is a good fucker. I used to reach my orgasm at least twice during our love game. But, after all these years we lost interest in each other. Now when we indulge in the love game, we are getting the same excitement which we got around four-five years back. That may be one reason why I enjoyed the looks of my young son.
I realized the same thrill when my son is stealthily watching me, his mom. My body is not listening to my word. I am looking at him not as a son but as a young man. One of these days, as usual, I went to the bathroom and came out naked, and went to my room.
I realized the pricking of my son’s looks on my back. When I dressed and looked at myself I was shocked. I wore a see-through saree, tying it below my navel, tight around my hips. My blouse was low necked through which half of my hillocks were visible.
My nipples stood erect and poking out through the blouse. When my son saw me his eyes were wide open with disbelief, as he had not seen his mom dress like that in front of him. Yet there was a gleam in his eyes. The same admiring look which thrilled me again.
Like this almost one week passed. I enjoyed thoroughly teasing my son. Me coming out naked from the bathroom and he gazing at me from somewhere, from where he is hiding. I liked the warmth of his looks. This gave me a tingling sensation over my body.
I don’t know whether my nakedness made him mad or not but his warm looks were making me mad. After this, I used to wear a dress which is unable to cover my body properly while wandering in the house. I was becoming horny day by day. To be honest I was waiting for my son to take initiation.
After 3 days of this activity, my son had gone for cricket practice and didn’t turn up as usual at 9.30. Instead of going for my bath at that time I didn’t go. To tell you the fact that I am waiting for my son to come so that I can exhibit my charms to him. At 10 he came, then I went to the bath.
Of course, he might also enjoy looking at his mother’s nakedness. I think this was the tenth or eleventh day of our hide and seek game. I went into the bathroom. I usual I never bolted it. I removed all my dress and opened the shower. The shower water was drenching me.
Then suddenly I had that idea and immediately I followed on. I called my son. “What mom?” he asked me standing outside the bathroom.“Come in, son,” I called him. He entered and shocked to see me naked. The shock was not because of my nakedness, as from last ten days he is enjoying the scene.
But the shock was that I called standing naked in the bathroom. He is in a pajama and sleeveless vest. I smiled myself seeing his shock filled face and said “Kanna! Will you apply soap on my back.” I handed the soap bar turning my head over the shoulder.
I observed in the mirror that, though confused his eyes were gleaming. He took the soap from my hand and asked “Only on the back Mom?” looking at me in the mirror. It is a full-length mirror. My total front is reflecting in the mirror. Shower water flowing down over my fair body.
His eyes slipped from my face to downwards, to my neck, below the neck, to my heavy bosom, down to my flat belly, to my abdomen slope and further down his gaze stood at my pussy. For some time and again rose up to my face and to my looks. I found that his eyes were struck between my thighs, the smooth swollen triangle with pouted lips and on my smooth thighs.
“Total back Kanna!” I said. Saying this I stretched my hand back and pulled his pajama string. His pajama fell at his feet revealing his full stretched manliness to his mother’s greedy eyes. Up to his 9th year I used to bath him. But after that, he started feeling shy and one day with shy he said “Mom, I will have my bath now. I am not a small child now. No?”
“Ok, Kanna, as you wish you’re a big boy now,” I said and came out. After that, I have never seen him naked. After so many years today again, his small penis now turned into a fully grown manliness. It stood erect parallel to the ground.
I could even see his swollen veins and the foreskin slightly moved back revealing a part of his pink dick head. He bent down to pull his pajamas again. I smiled and said, “Kanna is there anything that I have not seen in you?” He stopped picking his pajama. He was still staring at my crotch with looks full of lust. He is wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Kanna! Come soap,” as I said he came out of the trance and started applying soap from my shoulders. Applied soap on my total back. While applying soap on the back he once or twice tried to push his palms through my underarms. I giggled with a tickle.
When doing so his hands moved quickly and then he came down to my waist. Then again on my fleshy bum, between the bum cheeks. At that time his movements had become slow taking his own time to apply. I too kept quite enjoying the movements of his palms.
Rather I gave his access by bending slightly so that he can have a good look of his mom’s flesh mounds and the bum crack. When he was applying soap on my thighs he tried to push his hands towards the front from the thighs. I widened my thighs.
With this, his fingers were touching my pussy lips causing tingles in my body. My whole body is burning in fire. His total concentration was on my bum, back of thighs. I allowed him to do whatever he likes. The warm touch of his fingers was intoxicating me.
I was floating on the surf of pleasure. It is becoming difficult for me to control my joyous moan. Then he came down applying on my thighs, knees then came towards the front and rose up. It happened that his thumb touched my outer pussy as if by accident. Then he looked at me for my reaction.
But I didn’t react. Rather I gave a smile. His fingers now were moving there with at most care. Though he was at my back I am sure he is enjoying his touch on his mom’s pussy lips. With great effort, I controlled my thought of having his fingers in my wet (pooku) pussy.
I became so horny that, if I stood there like that enjoying his touch I might reach my orgasm. I will be cheap in front of my son. So I stopped him saying, “Thank you Kanna! enough now, let me complete my bath.” I took the soap from his hands. I saw the disappointment in his eyes. I too felt sorry.
I turned back to face him. Then my eyes fell on his organ, it is still fully erect, stiff like an iron rod and shining with some water drops on it. Now I am directly gazing at it. By looking at it I lost my senses. His manliness is so cute that I can’t explain.
My god! His dick is so strong, powerful, really big and stouter than any of half a dozen, which I have seen. It is bigger, stronger and prouder than his dad’s. A thought ran in my mind that I must have it in all my holes. “Kanna you are wet, do you want me to rub your back?” I asked. “No mom,” he mumbled. I smiled and came out of the bathroom.
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