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Warning: This is going to be a long read and has a detailed plot which is the way I like it. This is part 1 and I will continue if I get a good response.<\/p>\n
Greetings, my name is Adi. I am a 21-year-old guy from Mumbai. I completed my B.Com recently and is on the lookout for a job. I wouldn’t describe myself as a handsome guy but I am not bad to look at either. My height 6’1, I am fair and a bit fat. I was never a popular guy in the school or college. So, I had limited female friends.<\/p>\n
Although I had my fair share of encounters, I never really got the hottest women. I live with my mother and my grandmother.<\/p>\n
Let me describe my \/\/\/www.indiansexstories2.net\/tag\/mother\/” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener noreferrer”>mother to you. Her name is Jyotsna and she is 46 years of age. Trust me guys, she is a real beauty to watch. Her height is around 5’8 with a fair complexion and slightly chubby body. My mom is the perfect Indian mother and I never saw her in a different light.<\/p>\n
My mother works as a teacher at a local school. My grandma usually is ill and never leaves the bed. A few years ago, my father left us and since then, we have been taking care of ourselves.<\/p>\n
A few days ago, I and my mom were having breakfast when my mom asked me a question.<\/p>\n
“Beta, our financial situation is really bad these days. We need to think of an alternate income source. Do you have any ideas?”<\/p> \n\n
I was busy shoving food into my mouth at that time and was looking at my phone. I looked up at mom and saw she was wearing a purple cotton saree. She wore it very traditionally and it barely showed any skin.<\/p>\n
“Umm. I don’t know maa. Maybe I could look for a part-time job”.<\/p>\n
She shirked and disapprovingly said that I needed to study for my UPSC exams and we just needed to find another solution.<\/p>\n
“Hmm, I will think about it today,” I replied and left for my classes. I came back home around 7 pm and was greeted by an old rusty sewing machine on the counter.<\/p>\n
Mom had borrowed it from a friend and I could see the happiness on her face.<\/p>\n
“We are gonna start a tailoring business, beta”, my mom said cheerfully and started cleaning the machine with an oil rag.<\/p>\n
“Awesome”, I said and sat on my bed and started chatting on my phone.<\/p>\n
Now I should explain. I love sarees and the various designs and types of sarees. So, I was pretty excited because of the idea of having different women come in and get their sarees stitched. Maybe I will get to take the measurements! I thought to myself.<\/p>\n
We stayed in Mumbai, Malad to be precise where there was always a demand for sarees in the nearby localities. Mom got a few orders from a few friends to do basic stuff like fall beading and tailoring blouses.<\/p>\n
The business was off to a steady start but we were barely making enough profit. We needed to come up with something different so that we can make a large profit.<\/p>\n
“Hey mom, maybe we should do some marketing of your skills online. Then, more people will know about your skills and the demand will rise”, I said to here while having dinner.<\/p>\n
“Yes beta, that’s a nice idea. But how to do that?”, she asked while serving me raita.<\/p>\n
Mom was wearing a blue saree and when she bent down to serve, I saw a bit of cleavage which made my blood rush to my penis!<\/p>\n
“Umm. I will think of something, maa. But you keep some sample blouses ready”.<\/p>\n
The next day, I researched on the internet and realized the best way to promote our business was via WhatsApp. Maybe take a few pictures of the designs and send them to prospective female customers.<\/p>\n
But the only problem I had was who would model those dresses and sarees. I talked about it to mom.<\/p>\n
“What shall we do, beta? I don’t know”.<\/p>\n
I scratched my head and a thought entered my head.<\/p>\n
“What if you were the model, maa?”<\/p>\n
My mom almost hit me calling me crazy.<\/p>\n
“Think about it, you are fit and you look good in sarees and why would anyone buy a saree if they see a thin young girl on it? You are perfect for our target demographic”.<\/p>\n
She was red-faced and I could see her thinking. “Beta, what will people say? This is not acceptable in our community”. I agreed with her.<\/p>\n
“Hey, what if we don’t show your entire face? Meaning we partially hide it?”.<\/p>\n
I could see her thinking again.<\/p>\n
“Maa, don’t worry, it won’t be a problem. Think and tell me tomorrow what do you wanna do”.<\/p>\n
The next day while having breakfast, I was relieved when mom agreed to my proposal.<\/p>\n
“How are you going to take the pictures?”, she asked.<\/p>\n
I decided to borrow a DSLR from a friend. We decided to schedule the photoshoot the following night.<\/p>\n
I was having butterflies in my tummy and I wasn’t sure why. I woke up early and went to the classes. In the evening, I sent mom a reminder about that night’s photoshoot. She texted back saying she had prepared for it.<\/p>\n
I reached home and saw her preparing dinner, “Hey maa, all set for tonight. Hope you have your best sarees ready”.<\/p>\n
She lovingly shook her head and we decided to have dinner. On the dinner table, I asked her where she wanted to take the pictures.<\/p>\n
“In my bedroom of course with the white wall as the background so no one can trace it back”. I agreed.<\/p>\n
“Mom is smart”, I said to myself.<\/p>\n
Also, we had made a list of all the prospective female clients we were going to send the pictures to. It was just a matter of time and I was feeling an uncomfortable tingle on my manhood but decided to ignore it.<\/p>\n
I set up the camera in the bedroom while mom changed into the first saree in the other room.<\/p>\n
“I am ready”, mom said and walked up in an orange saree with a silk blouse. She looked stunning. I pointed the camera at her and took a few pictures. Sadly, she was posing conservatively so I couldn’t really see ‘anything’.<\/p>\n
A couple of sarees later, mom asked, “Which one should I wear now?”.<\/p>\n
I checked the collection and noticed a black chiffon saree.<\/p>\n
“Hey mom, wear that one”. Mom got spooked suddenly and said that it was the saree an old customer left back and it was a bit ‘modernn’. I pleaded here to wear it until she caved and went into the bedroom.<\/p>\n
I adjusted the camera and heard the door open and saw mom. The blouse was one size smaller for her size. It was a black saree with a semi-transparent pallu. Oh boy, my mom was blushing really hard.<\/p>\n
Mom’s breasts were popping out of the blouse and I was stunned looking at her. I regained my self and said, “Very pretty, maa” and she blushed again.<\/p>\n
Then I started taking pictures of mom from different angles. I had a raging boner throbbing inside my pants and some instinct inside me took over me at that moment.<\/p>\n
“Hey maa, turn around and let’s take a few pics that way”, I said anxiously with my heart beating loudly.<\/p>\n
“Sure beta”, mom complied and I took some pics with her backless blouse on full display. I could see a drop of sweat running down her back. So, I took a tissue and wiped it away. When I touched her, it was like there was an electric current in our bodies.<\/p>\n
“There was some sweat maa”.<\/p>\n
After some time, we were done with the photoshoot and mom seemed happy with the pictures.<\/p>\n
“Send them to the ladies, beta,” she said. I said yes and came back to my room. It was winter but I was feeling as if I had a fever. I took the camera and looked at my mom’s cleavage-baring picture. My hand automatically went to my penis and I started stroking it! That was the beginning of this journey.<\/p>\n
To be continued.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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