This story is set in India.
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On a normal Sunday, when everybody else in the family is expected to wake up extra late, and as the morning sun bathed the terrace of their Kerala home in a golden hue, warming the air, Meera stepped out to tend her plants.
At 38, she possessed a voluptuous figure - 34-28-36 sized measurements that accentuated her mature allure. Her full DD breasts strained gently against the thin fabric of her pink cotton nighty, her curvy waist flaring out to her wide hips that swayed with each step. Her dark hair was loosely bundled, and her smooth creamy skin glistened faintly from the humidity.
Happily barefoot and uncharacteristically sans her panties in the heat, she hummed a familiar Bollywood tune, oblivious to the world, watering the flowers in her terrace garden!!
Aryan, her 18 year old son, usually the last to get out of the bed on a holiday, emerged quietly from inside the house, his lean toned body clad in black shorts and a grey t-shirt.
He was just about to greet his mother, but he immediately paused at the threshold, eyes scandalously drawn to his mother as she bent to retrieve the watering can from a low shelf - Her sleeveless nighty, knee-length and loose, caught a sudden breeze, hiking up just enough to reveal her most private area in all it's glory, to her very own son, who stood watching pleasingly stunned!!
There it was - Her shaven pussy, lips plump and totally smooth, completely bare without a trace of hair, a subtle shine hinting at her natural warmth, as the folds slightly parted from the motion.
Aryan's heart slammed against his ribs, forcing him to swiftly duck behind the partial wall - His breath ragged, but his gaze remained fixed on his otherwise extra modest mother, who according to him, was putting on a show of a lifetime!!
Meera straightened her body, her 36-inch hips shifting as she poured water over the sacred tulsi leaves, she regularly prayed to, as her nighty fluttered back into place - But unaware of her son's presence, she animatedly stretched, her 34-inch breasts rising prominently, and her unsually hard nipples faintly outlined against the cotton material.
The sight seared into Aryan's mind - First his mother's exposed cunt, and now her entire body looking so tempting and so inviting, filling his mind with forbidden desires!!
Heat surged through him, his young cock stiffening instantly in his shorts, and proudly thickening to its entire nine inches - Uncontrollably, he pressed against the cool wall, hand trembling as he slipped it inside his waistband, and animalistically down his crotch.
The shaft pulsed hot in his palm, veins bulging as his pre-cum slicked the head of his pink penis.
"Mommy's yummy pussy... Shaved clean... Just for me to see and enjoy!!" he devilishly thought, the taboo thrill igniting a fire in his blood!!
Meera bent again to adjust a pot, the hem of her nighty teasing upward once more, offering another fleeting view of her super smooth labia, as her son continued to look with wicked awe.
Aryan groaned softly, freeing his dick completely, and beginning to stroke the length firmly, his thumb circling the sensitive tip, and imagining burying his face between her thunder thighs, for his long tongue to lavishly lap at her wet slit!!
Truth be told, the mature mother's movements were rightfully innocent. It was just watering and pruning - Yet each one of her harmless deeds fueled her teenage son's frenzy at rapid pace.
Ofcourse, she had been carelessly adventurous regarding her choice of attire, or rather regarding what all she had chosen not to wear - But this was her house, where she lived with her loving family, and why would she even want to think about the possibility of having her ripe figure being wrongly ogled at.
And such was her trust, it was actually heartbreaking that the poor soul was never going to know about how indecently her own son watched her ignorant yet sensual performance, just how she was never going to know how evilly her own son leered at her round ass cheeks flex under the nighty that very moment, as the curve of her 36-inch hips shook, begging to be grabbed, making him wonder what he would have done if she was not his mother!!
Aryan's fist pumped rhythmically, even faster now, with his heavy balls drawing supremely tight as pleasure coiled low in his gut.
"Holy Shit!! I want to fuck you, Mommy... I want to fuck your slutty pussy right now, Mommy... I want to slide my cock into that tight shaved hole, you bloody bitch!!" - The words raced through his head, pushing him closer to an incestful climax!!
A sweating Meera photographically paused to wipe her brow, her body arching in a way that made her busty breasts bounce slightly - It was just only one more inoffensive action from the faultless mother, but as far as her aroused son was concerned, the lustful attraction had reached it's peak, and this was more than what he could take, and his orgasm hit like a storm.
Aryan bit his lip hard to muffle the grunt, as cum erupted in thick spurts over his hand, and gladly splattered the terrace tiles. His knees buckled and body shuddered, as waves of sexual ecstasy washed over him, slightly yet noticably alsp mingled with a sharp pang of guilt - This was in reality the first time he was displaying immoral cravings for his female parent, and while he sure loved the feeling, he was also a little taken aback with his own unplanned doing, but still not alarmingly concerned enough to not make him wish he had got more of his private milf, as his junior happily began to grow hard again!!
Meera finally turned towards the door, hips swaying gracefully, still clueless of the carnal portal she had just unleashed - For the strangest of reasons, she felt her moderately used cunt leaking like it had not in the last many years, making her slyly smile as she thought about heading for a nice relaxing shower.
Aryan rightaway tucked himself away, forcefully wiping the dirty mess with his t-shirt, and rushing back to his room with the image of his sexy gorgeous mother's bare pussy etched in his mind forever - As he shot his load the second time, all over his bed on this occasion, he felt being told by the heavens that this forbidden glimpse promised more stolen moments, with his hunger for his mother only beginning to bloom.
THE END