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When I was younger my mother used to change in front of me. This was obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her room. She even used to ask me to unhook her bra sometimes when she couldn't reach behind her back. I did this until about I was ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away. 

Then slowly my mother weaned me off this habit. And I didn't think too much of it. Heck, I didn't even find her attractive when I was a child. But as I started growing up, I started to recall some of those sessions in her bedroom. I remembered getting fascinated about her body - about how different it was from my own and how I wanted to examine it closely. I remembered sneaking peaks at her overgrown pubic hair sticking out from her vaginal area as I stared at her from the side. Now that I am starting to remember, she never really gave me a full frontal view. She was always turned either away from me or at an angle from me. I never really got to see her boobs that clearly either. I wasn't much interested in boobs then. I was just always amazed by the fact that she had hair around her crotch and she didn't have a penis sticking out of it like I did. I wondered what was hidden behind all that hair. This wasn't sexual, just childish curiosity. 

My first summer returning from college, I found myself recalling more vividly the time with my mother in those intimate situations. My dad spent his days at work and my sister was taking summer classes at a local community college. So all day I had plenty of chances to get bored and muster up all kinds of thoughts to myself. I would watch my mother walk around tending to house chores and get flashbacks to the times I had seen her body and I wished I could get another peek at it.

My mom is in her mid-40s now. She has a nice petite body which is in surprisingly good shape given her age. Her B-cup tits are firm and still very noticeable. One thing worth knowing about my mother is that she is a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Mostly, she just goes about her business and pays little attention to her appearance.

She was especially affectionate to me that summer. Apparently she still thought I was 10 years old and couldn't handle being away on my own. She coddled me a lot, often volunteering to do my laundry and cook special dishes for me. 

Like I mentioned above, my mom was carefree and outgoing. Though very traditional, she never wore a protective scarf around her neck like most free indian porn ladies do. Apparently, she also never really thought about the fact that her son was now a grown man.

As my mother walked around the house, her hourglass figure was enhanced by the tight long Indian top (kamiz) and lose tamil xxx pajamas (shalwar) she used to wear. Since she never wore the neck scarf (dopatta) around the house, the shape of her boobs was very discernable. They just rose out of her chest and stared at me square in the eye. As I mentioned, it was summertime, so most of her kamiz-es (long Indian shirts) were of thin cotton material. This material hugged her skin and I could see every curve on her body.

Ogling at my mother made me feel embarrassed and dirty at times. I was still very close to her and looked up to her in many ways. She had raised me and my sister well. 

But sometimes, I don't know why, I just wanted to be intimate with her again. I didn't necessarily want to have sex with srilankan. I just wanted to be close to her. I don't know what it was. I guess I missed being a child. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't yet mature enough to be on my own. 

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One Sunday afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV in the living room, when she stood up and headed to the bathroom. This bathroom was connected to the living room. 

My sister didn't realize that my mom was in the shower. She just walked up to the bathroom door and opened it. The door flung open. I immediately froze sitting there with my mouth open staring at what was happening. I guess my mom had forgotten to lock the door. 

A second later, my sister and I were staring at my amateur indian mom -- dripping but naked. Between the two seconds that my sister immediately turned around and closed the door, I got a good look at my mom's body. She had soap on her face and her eyes were closed. I caught a nice glimpse of her plump boobs and tightly-wound body. Her lovely curves made a nice shape. I saw her cross her thighs as she yelled at my sister to close the door, which she did immediately.

My sister was now half laughing and half apologizing profusely.

My mom simply said "It's ok, I am sorry I forgot to lock the door."

My sister, who is younger than me, kept laughing. But I was turned on.

--

A few days later I happened to come home from hanging out early. As I walked in and settled down in the living room, another weird thing happened.

I saw my mother completely naked as she was coming out of the same bathroom. She was kind of hunched over as if she was carrying something heavy, but soon enough she spotted me. She gasped and ran back inside the bathroom.

"I am so sorry I didn't know you were home so early!" She called out as she ran inside the bathroom. 

"It's ok." I replied. "What were you doing? Are you ok?"

"Yes. I just got done taking a shower, and I realized I forgot to bring my clothes with me, so I was going to quickly get them."

"Oh okay," I said, still a bit shocked at what had happened. I couldn't think straight. My eyes had gone straight to her hairy crotch and that patch of pubic hair was dancing around my eyes.

"Well... don't just stand there. Can you please get them for me?" She requested.

"OK. Which ones?" I asked, breaking out of my trance, trying to shake the image of her naked body.

"They are on my bed." She told me.

"Ok."

I went and got her long bhabhi sex movies top and lose bottoms from the bed. 

"Here you go." I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Thanks," She said as she opened a little crevice, extended her arm and got the clothes from me.

"Okay," I said as I walked away.

I was horny as hell now. I think I might have seen the line of her pussy amidst the tuft of pubic hair which she had growing in her crotch. "Why doesn't she shave?" I thought to myself. I was asking myself this, and many other questions. They were silly questions really. Like I wondered how her crotch smelled. I fantasized about licking it one day. I also fantasized about biting her nipples. I was getting turned on by my own mother. I felt dirty. But I couldn't help it.

"God" I said to myself, frustrated. "Why does this keep happening?" 

This was two days in a row that I had seen her buck naked. I was 19 for crying out loud. What was I supposed to do? 

I went inside my room and masturbated.

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As I mentioned, this was summer. My friends and I had planned a road trip up to Toronto one weekend. I had been gone for 3 days. Throughout this time, I had to regularly check in with my mom -- being as obsessed as she was with her kids, she got worried easily.

When I returned, her joy was a thing to be seen. As soon as I opened the front door and walked in to the house, she came running out of her bedroom.

She caught me in the foyer. Gasping with joy, she engulfed me in a tight embrace.

"Mom!" I said, laughing.

"Oh I am so glad you are here." She said and squeezed me tight.

She wasn't wearing the dopatta (desi porn) to cover her chest. Her B sized tits raised from her chest like little hills. She was wearing a padded bra. I felt her lobes of love get buried inside my chest as she squeezed me. I was taller than her. Her arms were wrapped around my chest. 

I hugged her back and pressed my chest into hers.

This was a first.

In the past, she had always squeezed me like this and I had never bothered to even move. Those had been mother-son type of hugs. I had never squeezed her back! Maybe when I was 5 but never since adulthood.

"I missed you too," I said affectionately.

"Awww my son," she said giddily as she looked into my eyes, still hugging me tight.

She hadn't noticed that I was feeling her tits press against my chest. 

At least 30 seconds had passed by since initial contact. With her boobs burying into my chest, and the sweet smell of her freshly washed hair reaching my nose, I was beginning to get turned on. When I grabbed her back, my hands had landed at her bra buckle. This was a man's embrace to a woman he was attracted to. And sure enough, the physical consequences of my thoughts had now started to make their inevitable appearance.

My cock had slowly moved and in the span of the last 10 seconds, was now erect enough for her to notice. My dick was at her upper crotch level. As it got harder, it rose up and pressed against her upper pussy area. 

She immediately realized it was my cock pressing against her crotch as instantaneously as a gazelle senses out an approaching predator.

With a reflex-like jerk action, she pulled her hips back. At first she had a look of disbelief. I wondered how long it would take for her to realize that her son was after all a man. As she let go, she gave me another maternal-type hug -- potentially trying to salvage any affection left over from our initial contact, trying to forget about the last 10 sexual seconds. This time, she loosely hugged me, visibly pulling her crotch back and just rubbing her arm across my back. Then she stepped back, pulled my head towards her and kissed my forehead.

"Let me get you some food," saying this, she smiled affectionately and went to the kitchen.

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I think my mother was understandably shocked after feeling my hard-on press up against her indian aunty pussy. She hadn't hugged me in 3 days. Other than this though, her behavior towards me was normally affectionate. Maybe she was trying to cope with the fact that her little boy was all grown up now -- that he had sexual feelings too -- that he was an adult just like her.

--

My habit of sleeping in was in its full bloom. Nothing better than staying up all night and then waking up late during summer vacations.

Saturday morning, I decided to sleep in again. I heard my mom calling my name. She had entered my room and was telling me it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon and I should get up.

As I opened my eyes, I saw her standing at the door, waiting for me to get up. God knows what the heck I was dreaming about, but I had a full and raging hard on. And to make things worse, I found myself waking up laying flat on my back. The result? 

My cock was making a big tent in my pajamas and the tent was right there, wide open for her to look at.

Almost gasping immediately I turned to one side and asked her to leave.

"I have been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes standing here, but I don't know what you are dreaming of; you don't even hear me." She busty hindi girl.

"What?" I asked, embarrassed as hell.

She smiled and walked away. She had dropped a hint that she had seen my erect cock poking through my pants.

Was she staring at my erection? She is too mature, polite and religious for that. 

Regardless, I was now up to the brim with sexual energy. I couldn't take it any longer.

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That weekend I mostly kept to myself. This physical attraction towards my mother was driving me nuts.

What if I figure out a way to see her naked again? Maybe she will let me. I am her son after all. Would she be angry?

Maybe she won't say anything. Maybe she will shrug it off as another one of my immature acts. A lot was going through my mind. The most important thing was the bond between a mother and son which was banging through my head as I tried to find middle ground between my sexual desires and family sanctity. 

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During the weekdays, my mom used to take naps throughout the day as she took breaks from household work. I felt like this was a good opportunity for me to find her alone and oblivious. At least I could take a look at her sleep, if not naked ever again. In hindsight, this was really desperate but I obviously didn't care.

Around 2 PM, as she went into her bedroom, I waited in the living room. She would be fast asleep in about half an hour.

Fortunately, as I peeked inside her room, she was indeed passed out and snoring lightly.

"Yes!" I thought to myself. Obviously I was so horny, I hadn't accounted for any reality. The question of 'how I would explain myself if she woke up and saw me staring at her' hadn't even crossed my mind. 

Standing inside her bedroom, I watched her sleep. Ten minutes must have passed by as I stripped her naked in my imagination. 

I know this was sick. But I was overcome by an uncontrollable urge. An urge which had made me willing to risk destroying any mother-son relationship.

And now here I was, staring at her body -- the object of my desire, the center of my attraction and what an attraction it was. I held tremendous amount of respect for her. It wasn't my intention to ever let that position be affected. I don't even know how animalistic my desire was. All I knew was that I had been fascinated with her body ever since I could recall. All I wanted was a closer look. All I wanted was just to be able to kiss every inch of her body, and lick every part.

Thinking these thoughts, I made a slow move towards her bed. She was dressed in the same Indian long shirt (kamiz) and lose pajamas (shalwar) that I have described throughout this story. The shirt is long, and usually hangs around the knees while the pajamas are very lose and are held up with a waistband.

I got close and watched her sleep. She was sleeping on her left side, facing me, breathing slowly. 

I mustered up courage and lifted her shirt -- this was akin to lifting a skirt, only she was wearing a shalwar (the Indian pajamas) underneath. Her crotch was now only covered with her shalwar. Just a thin folded cloth to go...

I could see the waistband sticking out of the shalwar.

All I had to do was loosen the string, pull on it and it would come open. Suddenly she took a deeper breath in her sleep and changed sides. 

Her ass was now facing me. There was no way I could have pulled the string now, as I would have to crawl onto her bed to do so. 

Disappointed, I retreated. I went back to my room and masturbated thinking of her.

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I wasn't deterred by this failure. If anything, I was encouraged by the fact that she hadn't heard me walk in and hadn't felt anything when I lifted her kamiz.

The next morning she came to wake me up as she would normally do. We went through our routines as usual until the afternoon when I saw her walk into the shower. Initially of course I thought nothing of it. Though I wasn't rattled by the previous day's occurring I was just a bit scared about what she must have been thinking.

I was sitting in my living room thinking all this. Pretty soon she came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She was wearing a light shalwar and kameez. The thin cotton material stick to her semi-wet body as I saw her walk to her room drying her hair. The sweet fragrance of her body filled the room. I sniffed and soaked it in.

About ten minutes or so later, I heard her call for me. 

"Raja." ... just like she used to.

"Yes?" I answered back.

"Can you please come in and help me buckle this blouse?" I could not believe my ears.

"Yes, be right there."

Shaking, I got up and walked in. I slowly cracked open her half-closed bedroom door. 

There she stood with her back towards me, wearing the same thin shalwar that I had seen her walk in with, except that the kamiz (shirt) was off. She was wearing a bra which half hung loose from her boobs. 

Hearing me walk in, she turned around and smiled. I returned the smile and walked towards her. 

"I can't reach behind my back," she told me.

"Don't worry," I said. "Which hook?"

"The second one"

"Okay," I said as she turned around. 

As I moved closer to hook her bra, she straightened her back but looked down and started to untie her shalwar. I let out a small gasp as my hands trembled while trying to grasp her bra straps.

Turns out she was just tightening her shalwar by untying and pulling the strings together. But while doing that, as her shalwar loosened around her waist, I looked down and got a good view of her asscrack extending downwards towards her vagina. I was now extremely hard. Breathing heavily, I murmured,

"Is it done?"

"Yes, it's alright." She replied and turned around. 

Then she adjusted her bra right in front of me as I stared at her boobs. 

"Thanks but you can leave now."

Smiling shyly. I left the room.

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Next afternoon, she went into her room to take a nap at the exact same time.

Today I found her lying on her left side, facing away from me. I could see her butt covered in the shalwar and the kamiz. I repeated my original move of lifting up her shirt, this time from the back. I took it as far up as I could, revealing her shalwar-covered ass, and her bra. If I pulled it further, she would have felt the tug and woken up. 

I wanted to see more. So I focused my attention to her front. This time she was sleeping closer to the edge of the bed, so I could reach her front without having to climb the oversized bed.

Fortunately the kamiz wasn't tucked between her legs. I was able to pull it up from the front side too. I raised it as far as I could. Her beautiful plump stomach became visible. Her huge belly button was also there.

But my mind was dominated by images of her hairy crotch. That's all I wanted to see. Breathing heavily, I tugged slowly at the knot of her shalwar and tried to let it fly open.

Just at this moment, she made a slight movement. She was still fast asleep though. Whimpering, I realized she was going to change sides. I stepped back.

To my delight, she turned left and now was laying flat on her back. 

Even though the conditions were now perfect, I was still extremely scared. How would I explain myself?

But this wasn't the time to think about all this. I had come this far. If I left now, wouldn't she wake up wondering who opened her shalwar? I was prepared to get kicked out of the house if it came to that.

I had decided to go in. 

Grabbing the already loosened knot, I held two ends of the string and pulled them apart from each other, further easing its grip. Even though the knot was now open, since the shalwar was tight around her waist, it was a challenge to pull it down to expose her crotch. I had to do it slowly or she would definitely wake up.

Carefully, I started to widen the opening of the loose pajamas from the front, kind of like a zipper being opened. She hadn't made a sound yet. I pulled the two ends of the shalwar apart from each other, as they parted like beautiful flower petals to expose the treasure underneath.

Her pubic hair was now visible. A few more millimeters and I could be able to see the top part of her cunt.

I couldn't wait. Grunting, I slowly stick my tongue out and lightly licked her pubes. I licked her course hair like a sick dog. Scared, I looked up at her face. Still no movement. She was in deep sleep.

The dilemma was that the shalwar was now at a place where it wouldn't expose any more of her crutch unless it was let go from the bottom - meaning she would have to lift her ass to let go of it.

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Resigning myself to the fact that I was not going to be able to take it off, I slowly proceeded to move my fingers above her shalwar-covered pussy. 

I caressed the line of her cunt gently. I massaged and moved my hand from side to side, really feeling the shape of her bengali pussy lips. I now had the stiffest hard on that I had ever experienced. As I caressed her pussy lips with her shalwar on, I sensed some movement in her. Shocked, I paused. I noticed that her snoring had completely stopped.