(Chapter Menstrual Pain Aggravate)
Diary, I landed straight on my baby’s body. Though he is strong man but abrupt force-full fall of 60 Kg lady grounded him too. All due to his fault. The enormous pain didn’t allow me to think anything else. I hold my belly and rolled in floor in foetus position. Now my son too became panicky. He hold me and starts shouting—Ma’, Ma’, Ma’. He understood that he didn’t administer anti inflammatory injection in the evening, so pain triggered once again. He said- wait Ma’ I am preparing injection.
I was floundering naked on floor. Suddenly, a surge piercing pain strikes in my brain. It seems someone stab dagger in my head. I was feeling this type of headache during my dysmenorrheal pain every month. This brain nerve pain is more acute than abdominal pain. I forgot my belly pain and with big AAAAH sound hold my head. I ARCHED UP my entire torso.
Forgetting I am naked before young son. But my Sona beta didn’t looked down and hold my head and placed on his lap. His cameras are not innocent or merciful like him and recorded all my floundering and yelling.My son put his left hand on my forehead. He pinches some acupressure point between my 2 eyes.
Magically all headache reduced in one second. He closed my eyes with his left palm and said Ma’ don’t open eyes and count up to 1000. Unmindful of my nakedness, I relaxed my body on cold floor. Lower abdomen pain is still there, so I bend knees.My innocent but intelligent son slowly and silently push 3D camera before my ‘V’. He knows so much of pain certainly show something SAUCY. Diary, his thinking is right. Blood thoroughly washed my uterus and ooze out from my vagina. It was a bleeding of lifetime. I bleed for full 5 minutes. Gobs of blood accumulate in my arse crack and floor. Camera silently filmed all with auto Zoom 8X. The pulsation of my labia majora recorded by camera with accuracy. The opening of ‘V’ crack and flow of blood after every 2-3 second interval is a prized video for any gynecology student. I had anticipated this but ignores. My eyes have been closed by son’s palm. I was holding my head & counting. Faintly I heard that my son is also counting. I was happy that he is helping me if I count wrong. But when I counted 99 he softly murmurs 13. I don’t understand what type of counting he is doing. Then in my 130 he murmurs 14.
Oh my god. He is doing something sinister. As a mother I understood what he is counting? My motherly intuition said he is counting the Montgomery Bumps on areola of my right breast.
O M G what a wicked boy he is? Filming Ma’s vaginal bleeding and counting Montgomery bumps. He is taking disadvantage of my situation. I moved my hands to my breasts. But he caught my right hand and tightly holds it. I covered my left breast with my left hand. My eyes are closed and I missed my counting. The pain in brain returns. I cried.
My little baby said- Ma’ forget about all, count 1000, only then acupressure works. I too thought he is right and restart counting. Suddenly I felt tingling sensation on my lower tummy. My affectionate son was rubbing “Zhandu Balm” on my sausage meat type soft tummy. Tingling sensation of menthol of Zhandu balm soothes the abdominal pain temporarily.
Moreover, the warm & tender polish of my tummy by son decreased the feeling of pain. His one hand was engaged in closing of my eyes and relieving pain in brain and other hand was rubbing balm on my tummy and relieving pain there. Silently I covered my both breasts with hands. I was sad that my son is discharging his sonly duties but I am depriving him with his eye candy.
Better luck for next time. Diary, I was sure he will get this better luck next moment. Indeed. His rubbing hands moved lower and lower of my body. Ignoring spasm, I slightly opened my legs. My eyes are closed not his. Fraction of a second his middle finger drove south. He caresses my bush and moved further down. He had just touched my hood of clitoris. All the skin hairs, pubic hairs and gooseflesh of mine stand with thrilling sensation. Diary I don’t know how, but for a second all pain of my body vanished. That means all these sex-dry years of married life is the root cause of dysmenorrheal pain. I am sex starved. I vowed that now onward I’ll enjoy my sex life!! My son didn’t proceed further. May be he fulfilled his lust or fearful. No problem we have enough time to do these. He was rubbing lightly and gently my silky soft skin of belly. Spasm is making waves in my abdomen.
My son was enjoying the rhythmic waves of my abdominal muscles. Sometime he squeezes my flesh in his paw and feels motion of waves. Sometimes he nudge finger in my belly depression. This increases my pain but I kept silence. I know his camera is on. To give him an indirect gift, I slightly lifted my buttock and splay legs so that camera can catch EXTRA SHOTS. Intelligent circuits of camera follow the direction of my baby’s fingers on my tummy. It zoom 16X. I figure out my full vagina caught in one frame. Poor boy, he could not see anything due to my thick pubic hair. Continuous low humming sound of camera is confirming me he took full 1 minute film.
Diary, My son’s finger movement on my plaint belly confirmed me that next target is my clitoris- my love nib. Yes, I am right. Mechanical sounds of big lenses definitely of zoom 32X.
All the gory crack of mine captured by naughty camera. Not only that, following the finger movements of son, it moves up & down to take picture of my vagina from clit to peritoneum. Full length of my crack was covered by gory black & curly pubic hair. So to add sauce I applied pressure in my bladder and crack opened slightly. But it also forced few drops of piss which came with more blood from my crack. After all I had not pissed long. Drop by drop piss was captured by cannon camera.
Meanwhile, I finished counting and my son finished his. He murmurs. Total 18. Six at right. Six at left. Two at bottom. Four on top. He has not only counted total numbers of gooseberries of areola, but got their position too.
Diary, he didn’t know during arousal or breastfeeding many more bums erupted in areola, which are in dormant now. I was happy but sad at the same time that he could not count bumps on my left areola. May be for next time. When my headache subsides, I feel the dysmenorrheal pain once again and cried. I again turned in foetus position. Son runs to his room for injection. Within half minute he came with anti inflammatory -anti spasmodic injection. He asked me to lie straight. Floor was too cold, but I comply. Wondered why ask for lying straight when injection have to be pricked in butt. I turned my right butt little up.
My little baby said- Ma’ for quick pain relief it has to be injected near pain site.
I Said-” What? Means in my lower belly?
Son Said-No Ma’, near there…….
I Said-” Where? Oh no, near there? (Means near my vagina)
Son Said- Yes Ma’. Open your legs.
Marta kya na karta (a dying man can do anything for survival). I opened my legs but cupped my vagina. Son was not happy. He sat between my legs on my discharged blood. Hem of his “Boxer Short” get mess. The cold stainless steel needle touched my finger. Fear strike in my mind that erroneously he may prick in my finger. Hurriedly I remove my one finger from right labia majora. Instantly son pricked injection in my vagina lip. I could not protest, rather I don’t want to protest. He is curing me and he is the one who first tasted me freedom from pain during my monthly period. I should let him to do whatever he wants to do. We remain in that position for two minutes. After that all pain vanishes. I sat back with smile and happy eyes. My son pulled me near him. With the back support of wall we sat on floor. I was sitting beside his left thigh, naked. He holds my shoulders. He holds my shoulders without hesitation of my nakedness. I adjusted my hairs. My son was not looking at my breasts but my face.
With his peripheral vision he is looking my breasts. He was happy too that his mom gets rid from pain. His eyes saying that he want some prize. I am already naked. So I planted a soft motherly wet kiss on his forehead.Half satisfied he caresses my face and asked- Are you ready for photography?
Diary, I was not. But I didn’t say so. I said- Yes my Son. I need a new panty. Next moment 2 tiny pair emerges in his hand. He put 2 panties to cover my breasts.
(Chapter Up side down on Sofa)
Then my son lifted his middle aged mother. Put me up-side down in sofa. My feet get support of wall behind sofa. He put two cushions behind my back to make my body arched. Both panties which covered my breasts, dropped on floor. I was not about to lift them and leave my breasts exposed. Dim lighted room lit up with my son’s bright face. I saw that he chocked. I giggled seeing his condition. A son is swallowing saliva seeing his 99 percent naked mom. I made him more chocked by widening my legs on wall and dropped my hands down, from sofa. He said with shaking voice Ma cover you’re….hunh…hunh …. . He means my breasts which he hesitates to pronounce. I laugh loud and ask him to give me another set of brasseries as dropped hands will give good exposure.
My son gave me two starlet halter push up bras from his magic bag. One aqua marine other was bottle green. I put 2 different colored bra on my each breast. After hanging down hands I asked my son – you want to change my panty or this is OK? Diary as I was sure, my son pulled another tiny piece of black laced bordered, low raised, white color V string panty from his magic bag. A nice present for mother. Psychologically, every piece of panty or bra, making me more and more nude in front of son. My son dishonorably throws it on my face. My heart cried. Men will remain men. No matter how much women loved them! No matter how much women exposed before them.
In this case his respectful mom. I silently pulled down my old panty. Tried as much as I can hide, which is very difficult in this position. But I not dared to stand back, as my son laid me in this pose. I silently put new V string. It has no material on sides. No elastic either. Only a black, ultra soft, one centimeter cotton band. Panty is so small that only width of my waist will able to hold it. It is kind of ‘use & throw panty’, as after one wear it looses its gripping capacity. During inserting I saw in faint light its price tag. It was 12 dollars; for one night shoot!!!! Diary I am feeling like a whore. My son truly loves me.
After lot of struggle I put V string in its place. V-string was very low raised, so it didn’t move beyond ‘upper beginning of crack’. My pubic hairs flung like bouquet of flowers from white V string hem. My “sona” baby catches his mother’s action in his powerful camera.
After I finish my “Sona” baby asked me to lower it more. I said- Baby it is already much lowered, how can I lower it more? See it is not covering me properly. If I lowered it more, it can not be re-wear.My calm & cool baby boy gets agitated. He shouted at the night of 1.30am. MA HAVE I ASKED YOUR
OPINION? LOWER YOUR PANTY.
Fraction of a second I lowered my panty up to my thighs. I thought he is a true madarchod. If I want to spend rest of my life with him, I have to keep my mouth shut and do whatever he likes.
After all 50 percent of blood inside him was his father’s. When I spend life with100 percent bastard blooded husband then no harm to tolerate his son. After all he loves me, unlike his father and his remaining 50 percent is mine.
Dairy, I meekly protested, said- Think about neighbors my Sona beta (Son like Gold). My son is more reasonable than his father. He understood me. He calmed down. That’s why I love him from childhood. He resumed his shooting. Panty on thigh prevented my legs to max stretch. But he insists me to widen my legs. My force tear soft cotton band. Panty ripped & dropped on my crotch. What I could not do (covering full crotch) my son’s insistence done that.Fearing my baby boy, I didn’t touched panty but looked at him. Is he again infuriated? No rather he is happy. He asked me to sit on sofa. Sitting made all breasts covered bra and panty to slip from my body. Fearing son’s yell I could not covered my breasts with hands. Only my hair slightly covered them. My innocent son gave me another green satin V String Panty.
There was only two tiny V. One on tail bone, another only to cover uppermost parts of my pubic hairs. There are 2 thin satin strings to hold both V. One for waist & other as loop in crotch.Unlike old one it has to fasten on both sides of waist and just below the back V. so three ties to hold threads on body. It is actually cross designed of V-string and Thong. No one can say it as a panty. Seeing this I laughed loudly. Now my son asked me to think about neighbors. Son was embarrassed. Ignoring him I laughed from my heart.
After2-3 minutes of heavy laugh I hoisted my new panty with both hands before camera. HO HOHO HOHO HO, I laughed & said- a present from a son to his mother Ha-Ha-Ha. It is almost invisible in night HO Ho HO. I can shit, wearing it. Ha Ha Ha.
(Chapter BATHROOM VIDEO)
Hearing my words, my son’s eyes sparkled. He catch my right hand and in one jerk lifted me from sofa. I am still laughing. But he pulled me towards bathroom. My all laugh vanished. I didn’t get what he has in mind? Is he going to fuck me in bathroom? Oh god I infuriated him so much that now he will fuck me.
I said- Beta- Beta listen Beta, I didn’t mean so. Panty is nice Beta. I’ll wear Beta, My “Sona beta”. Please-Please return back to room, return to our bed. I will wear all your stuff. Beta Please Beta.
But my son drags me in bathroom, switch on 32 watt CFL and opened shower. It is month of February.
He pushed me under cold water of shower and immediately aim camera over me.
Dairy, I was stunned with this act of my baby boy. My naked body shivered with coldness of water. CFL illuminated my shivering wet body. I just hide my nakedness with my arms. I twisted my legs to hide my lower assets from my son’s preying eyes. I was still holding V-String. The whole operation was so abrupt that I could not able to understand for a minute. After thoroughly wetting me, my son ordered me to wear V-string.This made me infuriated. Woman inside me goes to sleep and mother inside me waked up.
I give him a BIG SLAP—”Chantak” Bathroom vibrated with slap noise. With one hand, I hid my breasts and with other hand, I took his V string panty and throws on his face. My face was glowing red & hot with anger, shame, and coldness.
Son’s eyes moistened. He put his hand on slapped cheek. I expected some revenge from teenage son. However, silently he knelt down on bathroom floor. I twisted my legs more & covered my vagina. He kissed my feet. A chilling current goes from my feet to my body.
He said- I am sorry ma.
My heart melted. I hold his shoulders and lifted. I said- uuth beta. He silently stands. I lookedhim lovingly, still hands on his shoulders. I said- why beta so much insulting Ma? Is this my age to do all these? Wearing panty, getting photographed in bikinis? Cold shower at midnight! Huh? What do you think ? your mother will do every thing for you?lets go and sleep, I am feeling tired & sleepy.
He did not say anything but dangled V string panty before me. My mood changed again. Second SLAP. However, arrant son beamed and more dangled panty. His audacious behavior irritated me. I am feeling sleepy and he is adamant to put panty to me. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap, I gave him five medium sized slaps on his both cheeks. I forget that slapping caused my milk bags to jiggle. He is very near to my body so could not see it but felt on his chest. He was smilling. When I understand this, I stopped. I said- I will beat you with shoes.
Without bothering, he put panty on my head. I froze for a second. Now he said after long time- Ma you are naked. Now will you please wear panty? I am ready to spend tonight in bathroom until you finish shoot with these 85 panties. In addition, he showed me another bag, which contains 85 threads & lattice like panties. I surrendered before boisterous son. Next to second, I drop down my face. Think for a moment and pulled panty from my head. Son thought I will slap him again, so he moved back his head. But I turned left side. Not turned back to give him glance of my wet arse. I don’t understand how to wear this two three pieces of threads & heart shaped V. Anyway, I inserted one thread between my legs & pulled from behind. After five minutes of trying, I understand I inserted wrong V & thread between my legs. Design is such a perfect and flawless that only right side will fit in right part of body. I saw tag. It was Victoria’s secret cost Dollar 60, means Rs 2,700/-.
My lovely gold-hearted son bought such a costly piece of panty for his mother, so I thought I should not dishearten him. After all he is filming very artistic video of me. Under shower, struggling to wear V string. Running shower causes difficulties for me to wear this. I pleaded my son- Please Sona Beta. Stop the shower. My baby boy came near shower knob. I was happy he will put off shower and I’ll get rid from cold water. But instead of turning off he opened it full. Now water was pouring more speedily, piercing my soft skin and shaking me more in cold. My son fix camera on tripod.
I adjusted my hairs on opposite side as camera is taking my artistic photos of bathing under shower. I smiled to my son. He said look into camera and smile. I did so. My son shuts the bathroom door and bolted it tightly, so I can not escape. My heart sanked that now one by one I have to wear 85 panties. He stands far away from me, not to get wet. He strictly ordered me to wear V-String. My son said it was my idea to do shit wearing this panty and now I am unable to wear it. I said it is because of shower. Water goes in my eyes and I am shivering. Moreover, I am not used to wear panty. I requested lot to my son to help me. I throw tantrum. But he was unmoved. He is actually enjoying my naked tantrum.
Diary, at last my Sona baby boy came to me. He took panty from my hands and asked me to widen legs. Diary, I happily opened my legs for my son. My son inserted the right cord of panty between my legs, pulled it up and asked me to hold it there. Now I understand, this simple looking V string is not simple to wear. It is a designer panty. One needs help of other to wear it properly.
Then my Sona beta fastens left strings and then right strings. My son asked me to turn back. I said you go to my back, I am shivering. He said with strong voice I am under shower too, you turned back. Diary I don’t know why I failed to protest and simply turned back. Erroneously, I turned by side of wall so camera didn’t filmed my breast’s photos. My son is more interested in my breasts than my butt. He ordered me to turn again. This time with hands up. I simply followed him. To make my baby boy happier I turn 4 times, very slowly. I know he set angles in such a way that whole of my naked body filmed by powerful 3D twin lenses. My handsome son sat on his knees behind me. My wet butt was in front of him. Now I shivered with shame. He pulls loop cord between my legs and fastened with tail bone V. Making knot is also an artistic work. One can not tie it ordinarily otherwise it will open. My son took utmost care to make special artistic bow above my arse crack. I didn’t feel that I am wearing anything, thoughthong hides my vital secret organs very aesthetically.
Now I pleaded my loving son that I am feeling fever. He said wait for few minutes. Then my son took second camera in hand and starts capturing my panty’s close ups. He bends me from waist so my butt moved up. He filmed my wet, thong covered butt deeply. I know he is dying to see inside my rectum. He is wondering what is inside Ma’s back door? His childish thoughts disappear my feverish feeling and I starts laughing.
My son wondered why I am laughing in cold shower at this time of late midnight. This made me to laugh more. Though my voice is low this time. Because of laughing my butt is shaking which exited my son more. He tries to enter camera more near to my butt opening. Laughing displacing thong from my butt momentarily.This one second displacements motivate my son to see all inside of his mother. These thoughts made me more laugh and more dislocation. My (un)professionally motivated son do not want to miss single dislocation.
I firmly stopped my fart, as it may cause displeasure to my baby son. But I laughed more in bended position. By his sheer luck, a faint odor less & sound less gas erupted from my arse pipe. It popped my star shape hole and my son got momentary glimpse of door of my rectum. I understood this is the seeding of future problem. Now my son will “hath dho ke mere gaand ke pichey pada rahega” (Desperately run behind my back to seek my butt). He almost inserted lens in my rectum. I jerked & stand straight. Though he annoyed but cold not say anything due to embarrassment. My son silently gets out of shower and focused on my crotch.
He said me to place my one leg on tap, which is fixed under the shower. But it was 3.6 feet above the floor so I was unable to place that. He came near me, strongly pull my left leg and put on tap. I get misbalance & take help of son’s shoulder. My breasts wobble nakedly in front of my son & camera. We smiled. Helping & caring son gently balanced me & moved back. I was standing on my tip toe. Very delicately balancing my wet luscious body, as my son didn’t permit me to place hands on wall. He ordered me to run my fingers on my hairs. I know, by this, he will meticulously film my mammary. Scene was too artistic. Wet Ma, bathing under shower, at middle of night, running hands on hair. Completely bare breasts and partly enveloped crotch & butt cracks can madden any young man, son or no son. I am now just a woman flesh for him. Not a mother. All he is getting is side views. When he came nears me shower wetted him. He dislikes cold water in month of February’s midnight. But he needs frontal views of my body.
He cried -Ma turn straight. Hearing ‘Ma’ from my baby boy’s mouth, melted my heart. I felt sad for him that he is not getting proper view of me. My heart cried for my child. I forgot all my uneasiness and slowly – slowly I turned towards him. Son cried -Ma hurry up. My heart yelled -Yes my son, yes. Ignoring my problem of tip toe standing, I hurriedly turned to him. Firmly fixing leg on tap. I was about to fall, but God saved me for my child. My son was happy, so was I.
Now he carefully filmed all my nudity preciously. Wearing designer thong doesn’t make me clothed. I know I am naked before my son. YES Diary, I am naked before my son. He zoom lens on my crack. My vagina drank lot of draining water. It is now very wet and soft like ice cream. Water soothes my menstrual crack. All Boys are mad about women’s 3 inch long fissure. They don’t pay heed whether it is of their mother or other lady. My son is not different. Ogling behind camera to see his mother’s Boor. More he is seeing, more of my bitchy motherhood aroused to show him more. I slightly slide my toe on wet floor to widen my legs. God helped me. Without falling I spread my legs, almost 3 feet.
This was eye feast for my son. By 3 minutes filming of my crotch he collected minute details of my crack lips and mound of Venus, dot by dot, hair by hair.
Suddenly my son slipped and collapsed over me. My son fell on my body. To save him from falling on floor, I hold him but loose my own balance. We together fell on floor. To prevent him from injury somehow I manage to hold him up, but I get heavy knock with wet floor. My butt thud with floor. I sigh with cry. My heart cried for my falling son. Ignoring my own pain, I shout -Beta are you okay? Lagi to nahi? Beta are you okay? If not I’ll take you to hospital. My son smiled, said Ma I am all right. I fell on your cushiony body. I feel relaxed, I save my baby. So what if I got pain?His camera is still filming us. In fallen position son now skate out our body from shower. He doesn’t like cold water. I think he is in no mood to stand up. He leisurely adjusted himself over my body. He positioned his Cock between my legs. Wet body rubs more of our crotches. I was not sure about position of my thong. Is it in place or displaced? Due to pain in low back and hand I could not use force to stand. Also I do not want to displease my son to leave my body. I cried and ‘again and again’ asked whether he is all right or not?
He took camera in hand and filmed my abdomen and breasts. He forcefully glued his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis with my thong covered crack. It formidably sticks me with wet cold & hard floor. For him it was super shot to film mother on bathroom floor! I never complained him about my pain. Rather I was happy to see my son is all right and joyful in filming me. Diary, for my son’s joy I requested him with low voice, Beta for great shot please mold my body as par your wish, I am unable to do so. My Sona ‘Beta’ said Ma I need your professional advice. I don’t understand in this position how can I shot your lower abdomen and hem of thong? I smiled, thinking how clever he is. His sole intension is to stick me in this position for long time and he wants to shoot our union of genitals. My lower back is aching, in spite of this I said- ‘Beta’ put something under my waist. It will arch me and gives you good point of view.
Without standing he searched bathroom and find a plastic mug. He pulled my waist and pushes that mug forcefully under my waist. With pain I cried- AAAOUUUU and arched back. I slipped slightly away from his crotch. Ignoring my cry my Sona ‘Beta’ hold my naked wet thighs & pulled me near to his crotch.
He again fortifies his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis over my thong and camera attacks on crack. Sound of zoom & clicks made me sure, he will take good time. Double pain is killing me but for son’s joy and enthusiasm I opened my arms too. He ignored my top and continued shooting my lowers. I was feeling his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis is alternates between my cracks left and right lips. Its feeling was very funny like brushing of teeth.
I was not sure about position of my thong, I get apprehension. I gather strength and by support of my elbows get up to see what is happening with my lower body. What I saw made me to forget pain and I laughed again. My all wet pubic hairs are straightened by water and they set like combed hair, with “Maang” (parting of hair line in head.) between them. My baby boy’s ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis sliding the loop thread of thong left- right, left- right, left- right. This is creating funny tingling sensation. My laugh ceased his operation and my baby boy looked at me fearfully like caught by Mom while eating chocolate. But seeing my happy eyes and smiling face he beamed too with shame.
Diary, the innocent smile of my child frenzied me. I don’t want to spoil my child’s kiddy game, so
I said- Continue ‘Beta’ continue, but take care not to insert “anything’ inside, it may kill your Ma. My child said- No Ma, everything is outside. I laughed more. With frenzy I got up on his lap & kissed his cheeks with lot of OOmmph sound. After 10-12 kisses I sat on his lap.
Diary, I am feeling that I got my old 2 years son who plays with my body. I am amazed to feel that whenever I moved on his lap, his iron rod follows my crack. Sometime I purposely lift my butt to move from son’s right to left thigh. His iron rod too stands, to follow and touch my crack. My son widened his thighs, so lot of gap created between his legs. After 20-25 OOmmph kisses, when I settled in his lap, my crack and butt was hanging in air. COBRA follows its burrow. I felt smoldering steel rod at the fleshy lips of my crack. Even continuous pouring of cold water was unable to cool my son’s rod. I am proud of my son.
Then we stand back. I am still shivering. My caring son again put me under shower and slowly opened knob. Again my body wetted with fresh water. Then he closed knob. Now he aimed stream of draining water from my head to my panty. He slowly and meticulously filmed a thin stream of water, from my head to my nose, to my lips to my chin to my throat to my cleavage to abdomen to belly button to hem of thong to my crack. When water reaches my thong it was only few drops of water. My son wasn’t satisfied, so again open faint stream of shower and filmed water stream up to my crack. He was thrilled to see how water is going directly in my crack. He filmed this scène for quite sometime. I smile to see my son’s pleasure. Then my son gets on his knees. He catches my ankle and pulled. Again I get misbalanced. I got the signal he wants me in his lap. I slowly sit on his lap but he hold my neck and laid my on cold-wet bathroom floor. A feverish sensation generated in my body. He adjusted my body so water directly falls on my navel. Sharp flow of water vibrates my abdomen like eathquack in Japan. From my navel water swilled out like a fountain. I covered my breasts with wet bunch of hairs.
Son said- Ma move like a fish.
I followed his order and start moving like a fish under shower. My hairs on breasts could not withstand my dancing and fall from my breasts. I didn’t try to cover them and continued my water dancing. I shake my shoulders, move breasts up and down rythemecally, gyrate waist and open & close legs many times. My son was filming me from top; other cameras were also actively shooting me from different angles. He stands over me by placing his legs on sides of my abdomen. His buttock was facing my mouth. I can see his long dong king kong hanging inside the boxer shorts.
(Chapter RETURN TO ROOM)
After that by holding my hands, my son brings me to room. Room was scattered with panties and brassieres. Son again starts searching itsy-bitsy in his magic bag. I was standing in middle of room, shyly. Shrinking and covered my frontal nudity by hands. I am not drying my hairs too, fearing annoyance of son. I know he likes dripping water from Ma’s body. He didn’t bother to give me a towel to dry me. Suddenly he beamed. He pulls a set of bikini. Smilingly he showed me. I thought in mind- Oh No not again. This boy made me to awake all the night and seems he will continue in dawn too. But seeing my dripping shrinking body he took camera and again shot me for 2 min. After fixing camera on tripod he gave me purple set of Bikini and said- Change it. I turned back from camera. My son cried- Ma what are you doing?
In Front Of Camera, Now and Here, Change It. I looked at him angrily, No ‘Beta’ not in front of camera. I am only modeling panty. It is not skin show. My child became spoiled brat. He throws camera one side and sat on floor. Face reddened and puffs up with rage. I laughed at his innocence and came near to him. Raffle his hair. To calm him, I said- ‘Beta’ it is not that I don’t want to change, but I want, now you change my panty. His face glows with anticipation. All anger goes. My baby boy said- Yes Ma, sure, But I want to do it 10 times. No- No 20 times. Oh No Ma, I want to change your panty and bra at least 100 times. I hug my baby, said yes ‘Beta’ 100 times, but for now only 10 times. Rest you can do in morning My ‘Beta’ said- Ma I am not going to allow you to sleeping tonight. Whole night you have to keep awake and change panties.Ma in morning I will change your panty every minute. I lovingly hugged my son and said- Yes my son yes. Then we both stand and he adjusted camera.
Diary, though I showed to his camera my all assets but as a women I know I hid my crack lip’s insides. Yes, I successfully hid penetralia of my vagina- the deep pink colored vulva. What I showed is only my pale brownish puffy crack lips and little bit of slice between lips. Yes all of my zhant (pubic hair) get filmed. My son came behind me. With one move he untied back knot of thong. It sticks with my wet butt crack. Moved his hands in my sides and one by one untie both knots of V string. From back he pulled the back thread of panty. Panty scratched my crotch & parted from my body.
Robotically I covered my pubic region, deprive camera to catch that unique show. My son didn’t notice it; otherwise he may get fury and ask me to again repeat this act 10 times. I am not ready for that due to whole night awakening, cold, pain and above all tiredness. I am a human being also beside a woman and need other bodily needs like, sleep, rest, food, urinating etc. Any way my son get happy and gave me another pair of bikini set. Top’s color was very attractive- Fluorescent Green or others call it Neon Green. No halter attached, only a single back spandex strap at very low on back.
Only a small Velcro tape is attached to fasten each other. It is so easy to attach & un-attach that, any naughty boy can snap it easily and can make me topless. No material at underarms. There is lot of gap between two half moon designed cups which made a wide & deep cleavage. Since cups are very tight and near to arm, it pushed up breasts extremely up. So distance between two breasts is almost 2-3 inch. Barring nipple, all upper, lower and side areola is out in the open. In front both breasts holding cups are attached with a big ‘U’ shaped metal ring. Unlike elastic it can not be stretched, so little body movements heavily wobbles my breasts. Special padding inside excessively pushed up my breasts. Cleavage & ‘U’ shaped metal ring was big attraction for my teenage son. I know he is thinking to insert his Dong through this ‘U’ shaped metal ring and rub on my cleavage.
Panty was comparatively modest to older once. Cover half of my buttock. Extremely low rise make again pubic hairs to furl out of panty edge. No material on sides of waist. A thin strap is hanging in back, which can be fastened with front hem, with a small Velcro tape. If women is inattentive for a second any body can unfasten Velcro tape and panty will fall down. I smiled at my son’s intelligence to choose cloths which can make his mother nude any time at his will. I happily wore all these. My baby boy places his hands on my shoulder. He looked me from top to bottom. Diary he seems very happy. Happy to force his mother awoke whole night. He is happy to dress me with his collection of lingerie.
Then he pulled me to his room. It was dark. Again my heart sank, thinking; now finally I am going to be raped by my own son on his bed. And I have no courage to stop him. But my sweet son gently sited me on bed.
Diary my Baby said- Ma enough of plain photography. Now I’ll beautify you. My son Coiffure my hair. Dried mine wet hair with hair-dryer. Neatly combed & tangles free all messy hairs. Brushed straight and made a ponytail. Then my son coiled my ponytail and twisted anticlockwise. He piled all of my hair up and made a tight Chignon at upper back of my head. He said it make me more feminine and motherly. Leave bunch of hairs over ears to fly freely. It gave an undulatory appearance of my shiny hairs, like aurora in night-sky. He holds my chin and turned left-right to see his artistic work. My baby boy gave me a mirror. I see myself in it. I was stunned to see my beautiful coiffure. Diary I admired myself- How beautiful I am! My son made me beautiful. He brings out the beauty from me which was sleeping inside for so many years.
Then my son remove old nail polish with Lakme (™) remover and put green matt finish nail polish. It is special nail polish which after dry, leaves numerous small black dot impressions on green background. This he applied on my foot nails too. Diary I patiently allowed coloring of my nails by my son. I was very delighted inside. My heart was crying and enjoying simultaneously. Nobody ever polished my nails. Not even me, with so gently and methodically as my son is doing. Women love their body so much that little praise of their beauty elates them. Women always wish their lovers should appreciate their beauty. That’s why women take long time for make up. They want to present their body to their lovers flawlessly. We can not tolerate criticism of our beauty, so we always thinking to make-up. We always think I am better than other women. It helps and motivates women to compete to get Mr. Perfect.
We women are always apprehensive about our own make up, so we women are running to beauty parlors, there we get satisfaction that someone who is specialized in this is beautifying my body, making me perfect. Now my lover will pay more attention to me. Women love their body decorators. When body decorator is her own son, it really made women ecstatic.
Then my son laid me on bed and applied Nivia™ cream all over body. Massaged cream on my legs, my tummy, my hands, my neck & nape, my back, front & back of my thighs, my exposed half butt & my cleavage. His manly massage comforted my aching & tired body. I dozed off with my son’s affectionate rubbing of my feminine body. I start dreaming of my early motherhood days, when I was massaging my children. Now I am getting back what I done. In doze, I sensed my son took my sole carefully in his palms and delicately massaged them. Tenderly and affectionately rub each finger of feet with his thumb & index finger. My son very tenderly massaged fingers of my hands.
Diary, believe me my heart yelled inside to give some priceless present to my son. What can I give him? All things he had provided me. I have only my body to present him. Suddenly he pulled me from sleep. I sat back on bed. Now my son took a gel lipstick. It was blood red color. My son took my chin in his one hand and meticulously put lipstick on my lips. Then with that lipstick he made a big dot in my forehead, like sindoor. I widen my eyes to show my displeasure. He said it is only make-up and lipstick has no religious value. Again he gave me mirror. Mirror gets cracked looking my beauty. Looking myself in it cause a faint orgasm inside me. Oh what a beautiful I am.
Then he put a pair of new high heel shoe on my feet.
After 5 minutes we stopped and looked to each other erotically. It was 2.45am.
End of Episode- III. Wait for Epic Novel- Long Dong King Kong in Mom. Please post your comments
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