mothers passion

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least and my father was making more money, quicker than what he did in our hometown, thanks to his new passion in the stock market. My mother who used to be a timid housewife at Gulburga soon started changing herself to the surroundings of Mumbai and within a couple of years after reaching Mumbai, my mother looked like a typical Mumbai modern lady with her short hair and excessive cosmetics. She got enrolled herself in as many clubs as she could and soon became as active as my father was in his business. Although our family looked like a very well knit one from outside, I knew that our parent’s were getting distanced from each other for many reasons. There were rumors that my father had some extra marital relationship with a woman from Kerala and as if to confirm the rumors he remained outside for most of the week. It did not took me long to realize that my mother is using all her club activities as a positive diversion from the mental turmoil she was undergoing because of her unfaithful husband, my father.

It was during a third week of June last year, a typical Mumbai monsoon day that changed the lives of me and my mother altogether. Being a Saturday, I was at home watching some music channels when I heard the calling bell ring. As I opened the door, I saw my mother completely slogged in the rain just covering her head with her churidar. I could see through her wet churidar, her bras fully exposed to my eyes as also the patch between her waist and her bra as also the wet round right on top of her navel. I have seen my mother getting slogged in the rain many times but it is only after she changed her dress code that I started looking at her with an additional curiosity. She rushed inside without talking to me nor did she get any clue that I had watched her body. My heart started beating fast as I knew that my mother is about to change her clothes and it could be a worthwhile experience if I get to see my mother’s sexy body. With little effort, one could peep inside mother’s room from the stair case just after climbing a few steps. I immediately closed the door and virtually ran to the stair case so that I don’t miss even a second while my mother strips. As I started watching from the stairs, it was an amazing experience!

My mother had already pulled over her wet churidar and was removing her pajama through her legs as I started watching. As she bent forward to free herself from the moist clothes, I could clearly see how pointed were her huge tits although she was 45. She had a sort of a big stomach which didn’t look bad either bulging out of her tight panties. Her thighs were silky and shiny, as if inviting one to caress them. She unclasped her bra within a split second and pulled down the strap of her panties in a flash. I was dumbfounded to watch my sexy mother standing naked although for a few seconds. She got into a cotton saree puffing around her body as if it were floating over her flesh.