Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.

Adithya looked forward to meeting his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother’s house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train, he was relieved.

Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.

Nanda, a cherubic woman in her early forties, was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him, her eyes were filled.

Adithya, carrying her luggage, escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who, in a span of 8 months, had done wonders and was well settled in his life.

After having a look at the plush decorations of his flat, stacked with rich carpeting and exquisite furniture, she looked upon his son and said, “You seem to be doing well.”

“Yes, these are gifted by the company,” he replied.

“And the car?” she asked.

“That is my own,” he replied proudly.

“What did you do to get all this? Did any of your boss’s daughters fall for your charms?” she asked him teasingly.

“No. My boss does not have any daughters,” he replied.

“Then how did you possess all this?” she asked smilingly while her eyes roamed again over the interiors.

“It’s because my boss fell for my charms,” he replied.

“How come?” she said somewhat perplexed by his answer.

“Because she is a charming woman like you,” he replied.

“I know how charming he is,” she replied, knowing very well that he was joking.

“Then why did you ask?” he said.

“I wanted to see whether you have changed,” she replied.

“Have I changed?” he questioned her back.

“No, you have not. But I had a doubt,” she replied.

“What doubt had you in mind?” he asked.

“Being newly married, having a beautiful wife, well settled in life. I thought all this might have changed you,” she replied.

“Nothing can change me. You know me,” he said.

“Yes, I know you, and I am happy that you have not changed. Tell me how is Rashmi?” she asked, enquiring about her daughter-in-law.

“Oh! She is fine,” he replied.

“Missing her,” she asked, looking at his face.

“A little,” he replied coyly.

“Only a little,” she asked him quizzically.

“No, I miss her a lot, but now that you are here, the things will change,” he replied.

“How will they change?” she asked.

“I will have your company till she returns,” he replied shyly.

“You mean you will keep me only till she comes back?” she asked.

“No, it’s not that. You can stay here forever,” he replied.

“But, I have come only for a short duration,” she replied.

“Why don’t you stay here itself, Mom?” he said.

“For how long?” she asked.

“Forever,” he replied.

“What about the farm? Who will take care of it?” she said.

“Give it for lease or sell it,” he replied.

“And?”

“And you can stay here,” he replied.

“Till Rashmi comes back,” she asked humorously.

“No, Mom, not only till she returns but forever,” he said.

“Will you bear all my expenses?” she asked.

“I will,” he replied enthusiastically.

“Think again, I am a spendthrift,” she said.

“You just have to say, and I will get it for you,” he replied.

“Are you so sure?” she asked.

“I am positive,” he replied.

“We will see,” saying this, she went looking into other rooms and was pleased to see them equally well furnished. Finally, when they stepped into his bedroom, she was surprised to see a huge cot laid in the middle of the room with rich coverings and mirrors fixed at different angles. Seeing her own reflections in the mirrors, she turned to face him and said, “It’s enchanting.”

“If you like it, you can use it,” he said.

“I love it,” saying this, she laid down on the cot.

It was when his mother, in her enthusiasm, relaxed on the cot that her sari slipped, exposing her midriff. Adithya turned his face from looking at her bare body, but whichever direction he turned, her reflection was there in the mirror.

Adithya shied and felt embarrassed to stand in front of her. As his mother saw the reason for his discomfort, she quickly pulled her sari up and set it right.

Getting up, she went to the kitchen and, as she was rummaging through the utensils, she heard her son, “Have a wash. We will dine out.”

Pleased with it, she excused herself and went to change.

Adithya took his mother to one of the nearby restaurants as he felt his mother would be tired from the journey. When they arrived back at the flat, he heard his mother say, “Don’t you have any better restaurants?”

“We do have, and tomorrow you shall visit one. Now, take rest. You seem to be tired,” he replied.

“Yes, I am famished,” she replied.

“Then why don’t you go in?” he said, looking at the master bedroom.

“You don’t mind me occupying it,” she asked earnestly.

“No, I don’t,” he replied.

Nanda, carrying her baggage, went inside and, after putting on her nightgown, as she lay on the enormous bed, she felt a soothing effect. Her body felt relaxed, and soon she was fast asleep.

The next morning, as she woke up, she was pleased to find herself in the new surroundings. After having a refreshing bath, when she came in to dress up, she stood gazing at her own figure in the mirror. Looking at the reflection of her naked figure in the mirror, she felt her body warm up.

She stood admiring her own figure. Turning to the right and left, she stole a fleeting glance of her own curves and felt that the age had not caught up with her body. Her body was well-proportioned, and she had plenty of youth still remaining in her.

As this sight had a soothing effect, she started to dress up slowly, while her eyes roamed over her body. After finishing dressing up, she walked out of the room lightheartedly.

When Nanda came, she did not see Adithya. He was still sleeping, as the previous night the vision of his mother had tormented him. However hard he tried to shake the image of his mother lying on the cot with her waist exposed, he could not succeed. It was lingering on his mind, and at that instance, he badly missed his wife.

Nanda took to preparing the breakfast, and when she was through, she saw him coming.

A tried Adithya on approaching his mother and asked, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, and I see you did not. Are you missing Rashmi?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied impulsively and then shook his head.

“I know, I can understand,” she said, trying to soothe him.

“It’s not that. I could not sleep for some time, that’s all,” he replied.

“Why, what bothered you?” she asked.

“I had vague dreams,” he said, as he could not reveal the facts.

“Can you tell me about them?” she asked.

“I will, but not now,” he replied.

“Okay, come have your breakfast,” she said.

Sitting at the dining table close to his mother, Adithya looked straight into her face. His mother looked beautiful. He was seeing her from a different point of view. Her charming face brought much relief to him. Gradually, the fatigue gave way, and he felt refreshed as he kept staring at her.

Seeing him staring, Nanda smiled and asked, “What’s up? Have I changed?”

“No, you have not changed, but you look charming,” he replied.

“Charming? Are you sure you are addressing me, or do you have anyone in mind?” she asked.

“Who can be more charming than you?” he replied.

“Don’t forget your wife,” she replied.

“She is no match for you,” he replied.

“You are lucky as she is not here; otherwise, you had it,” she said.

“Why? I am not scared of her, and moreover, it is a fact that you are more charming,” he said.

“Why do you find me charming? Because I am your mother,” he replied.

“No, more than being my mother, you are a charming woman,” he replied.

“So you are seeing me like a woman and not as your mother?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s true,” he replied.

“That’s good, and I accept your compliments. But tell me how different I am from others,” she asked.

“Well, you have a lovely face, and you look attractive in every respect,” he replied, eyeing her figure and commenting on it.

“Do I look attractive in this dress?” she asked, looking at the old sari she had wrapped around her.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Then I may look better in some of the rich saris,” she said.

“I think you would look gorgeous,” he said.

“But I don’t have any rich sari to wear,” she replied.

“We will buy a few,” he said.

“Why? Do you want me to look more charming?” she spoke softly.

“Yes, that’s it. I want you to be well-dressed,” he said.

“Well-dressed or look gorgeous?” she asked.

“Both,” he replied shyly.

“Then you may have to spend your hard-earned money on buying me a few saris,” she said.

“I will take you shopping after I return,” saying it, he left for the office.

Nanda was delighted to hear his words, and as evening approached, she went up to his bedroom. There, she started rummaging through her suitcase and came out with a golden-colored silk sari. She had brought it for a special occasion.

Holding the sari over her as she looked at her reflection, she again felt warm sensations engulf her body, and as she turned, her gaze fell upon the wardrobe, which was slightly ajar.

Curiously, as she opened it, she found it stacked with her daughter-in-law’s clothes. On impulse, as she pulled out the small drawers, she found a variety of inner garments which dazzled her. She pulled out a brassiere and, holding it in her hand, she felt a desire to try it on.

Removing her blouse and bra as she put on her daughter-in-law’s brassiere, she found them snuggling her breasts and showing them prominently. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt as though she was a teenager. Without removing it, she put on her other clothes.

Soon, her son came home, and when he asked her to dress up to go out, she eagerly went into the room and came out wearing the golden-yellow sari.

Adithya was pleased to see her decked in the rich sari, and when they went out to the shopping mall and saw other men eying his mother, he felt proud to be her escort.

After finishing their shopping, Adithya took his mother to a posh restaurant. While they were having their dinner, as his mother bent forward to pick up a glass of water, her sari slipped, allowing Adithya to have a look at the top of swollen breasts popping out. Looking at the top of her breasts, Adithya could not stop staring at her chest.

Nanda saw him looking at the exposed part of her chest. His staring ignited her body, and when he did not pull off his eyes from it, she slowly sat upright, pulling her sari back on her chest. She felt delighted to see him staring at her rather than shying away. This prompted her to smile at him when she sat straight.

Looking at his mother’s smiling face, Adithya got encouraged by it, and the whole of the evening he was waiting to catch another glimpse of it, which did not materialize.

Nanda read his mind and felt happy that she had succeeded in drawing his attention to her bosom. When they finished their dinner, she extended her hand, and Adithya very fondly held it as they walked out of the restaurant.

On reaching home, as both of them sat on the sofa, Nanda turned to her son and said, “Thanks.”

“What for?” asked Adithya.

“For the great treat,” she replied.

“On the other hand, I should thank you,” he replied.

Now it was her turn to ask, “What for?”

“For giving me wonderful company,” he replied.

“Were you happy?” she asked.

“Yes, I was delighted to escort a charming lady,” he replied.

“Are you sure? Did you not feel bored up to be with an old woman?” she asked.

“Who said you are old? You were as charming as anyone could hope for,” he replied.

“I am flattered. Tell me why did you insist on me buying the pink sari?” she asked.

“Because I felt it would look good on you. Don’t you like it?” he asked.

“Yes, it is lovely, but I felt as it is very thin, it may show off... “ she did not complete the sentence.

“No, it is not that transparent. You should see some of the saris Rashmi wears,” he said.

“Ah, yes, today I peeped into her wardrobe. She has a fantastic collection,” she said.

“You are welcome to use any of her saris,” he replied.

“Don’t you mind?” she asked, smilingly.

“No, not at all. Feel free to use anything,” he replied.

“Do you know? I have already used one of her garments,” she replied and instinctively felt that she should not have said it.

“Is it? I don’t see anything. What have you taken?” he asked, looking at her.

Nanda felt she was cornered and, as she had to answer him, said, “I used one of her bras.”

“Which one? I usually pick them for her,” he replied.

“The skin-colored one,” she replied, shyly.

“She has many skin-colored ones. Can I see it?” he asked.

Hearing those words, Nanda felt a hot current rush up her spine. As she felt she had to answer him, she said, “Well, if you want to, I can reveal it to you, but first, you should promise me one thing.”

“What?” asked Adithya, getting anxious.

“That you would consider me like a friend and not like a mother,” she said.

“Have I not treated you like a friend? Was it not resolved earlier?” he put back the question to her.

“Yes, but still, I need some assurance,” she replied.

“You have it,” he replied, getting bolder.

“Okay. This one,” saying this, she slowly slid the top of her sari and, putting a hand inside her blouse, drew the top of the cup of her bra for him to see.

Adithya was delighted when his mother pushed her sari down and when she put her hand inside her blouse and drew out the top of her bra, he felt aroused. He leaned forward to have a better look and said, “Does it fit you?”

“It’s a little tight but manageable,” she said, as she pushed it back.

“What size is yours?” he asked.

“Why?” his mother asked, pleased with his question.

“So that I can pick up some for you,” he replied.

“Will you do that for me?” she asked, a little surprised.

“Yes, I will pick them up tomorrow,” he replied.

“What size is this?” she asked, playfully.

‘It’s 32 and yours?” asked Adithya softly.

“Mine is 34,” said his mother, taking a deep breath.

“Which color do you fancy?” he asked her.

Hearing this, she blushed and said, “Anything which you prefer.”

“Then can I see you wear them?” he asked.

This question shocked her. She was unable to answer him back. She thought for a few seconds and asked, “Do you want to?”

“Yes, I do, and that is the reason why I pick up for Rashmi,” he said.

“What else do you pick up for her?” she asked, getting excited.

“All that I fancy,” he replied.

“And she likes them?” she asked.

“She likes them, and moreover...” he did not complete the sentence.

“Yes, what?” she asked, getting impatient.

“She puts them on for me,” he replied.

“Is it? Do you want me to wear them for you?” she asked.

“Yes, if you don’t mind,” he uttered the words softly.

“And show them to you?” she asked, naughtily.

“Yes, that’s the point,” he replied.

“What’s there for me?” she asked.

“You will own them,” he replied.

“Ah, as I own them, you will take a look. A great idea indeed,” she said teasingly.

“I will take you for a treat,” he replied.

“No, I don’t need any of your treats,” she shot back.

“Then what do you want?” he asked, getting closer.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know what I want. As I have come here, I feel I am bound to take care of you,” she said this to herself.

“What?” asked Adithya.

“Nothing,” she said, getting up.

“Mom,” called Adithya.

Looking back, she said, “Yes.”

“Can you wear that one?” he asked.

“Which one?” she asked, getting rooted to the spot, knowing very well what he wanted her to wear.

“The sari which I bought you,” he replied.

“Pink one?” she asked.

“Yes, the pink one,” he said, getting thrilled at the prospect of seeing her in it.

“If you want to,” she said.

“Yes, I want you to wear it,” he replied.

“Right now?” she asked.

“Yes, right now,” he replied, taking a deep breath.

“Are you not getting impatient?” saying this, she went into the room.

Adithya waited patiently for his mother to come back. When she did, after 5 minutes, he was thrilled to see her and said, “You look gorgeous, Mom.”

“Are you telling me the truth?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows.

“Yes, I am speaking the truth,” he said, as his eyes roamed over her.

“Are you pleased?” she asked.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“I can see it, but I am feeling ashamed,” she replied.

“Why, what for?” he asked.

“To stand before you draped in this thin sari,” she said.

“What’s there to feel ashamed of?” he asked her.

“I feel...” she said.

Getting to know her meaning, he said, “No, you are not.”

“Is this the way you both play games?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” he replied.

“And other times?” she asked.

“Mama, I cannot answer that,” he said.

“Why?” she asked, coming closer.

“Because I cannot reveal it to my mother,” he replied.

“Don’t forget what we resolved earlier. At present, you are not talking with your mother,” she said.

“I am sorry, I had forgotten it,” he replied.

“Then tell me,” she insisted.

“Well, usually I pick clothes which fancy me, and she wears them for me,” he replied.

“And wearing them, she parades in front of you,” she asked?

“Yes, it’s like that,” he replied.

“And you sit there watching?” she asked.

“Yes, I love watching,” he replied.

“Does she remove all her clothes?” she asked.

“Sometimes she does, and sometimes I comply,” he replied.

“Are you missing her?” she asked.

“No, not now,” he replied.

“Why, because I am here?” she asked.

“Yes, because you are here,” he replied.

“But I cannot do what she does,” she said.

“I know it, but I am happy with what you have done so far,” he said.

“And what is that?” she asked.

“You have worn the sari which I bought,” he replied.

“And”

“And you showed me your bra,”

“And”

‘And I had a glimpse of your swollen chest in the restaurant,” he said.

“Yes, I saw you staring at my bosom in the restaurant. What else did you see?” she asked.

“Nothing more,” he replied.

“Did you forget what you saw yesterday?” she asked.

“What did I see?” he asked, a little confused.

“You saw my bare belly,” she replied.

“Ah! That is nothing. Now I can see more than what I saw yesterday,” he said as his eyes took in her waistline.

“And that is why you made me wear this thin sari,” she asked?

“Yes, I wanted to see you in it,” he replied.

“Because it reveals a lot,” she asked.

“Yes, it shows off your features to the maximum,” he said.

“And you take pleasure in viewing it,” she said.

“Yes, and I am honored to watch you clad in that sari,” he replied.

“You know very well how to impress a woman,” she said.

“Are you impressed by my words?” he asked her.

“Then what do you think prompted me to wear this sari?” she asked.

“I am delighted to hear it,” he replied.

“You ought to be,” she replied.

“You have a gorgeous figure,” he said.

“Do you say that to every woman?” she asked.

“Only those who pose for me,” he replied.

“Oh! You think I am gorgeous just because I am posing for you?” she asked.

“No, not just because of it, but you do possess a gorgeous figure,” he replied.

“What’s so gorgeous about me?” she asked as her eyes took in her body.

“Well, you are tall. You have a beautiful face, dark eyes, rosy cheeks, and pouting lips,” he said.

“Do you call a woman gorgeous if she is tall, with dark eyes, rosy cheeks, and pouting lips?” she asked.

“No,”

“Then whom do you call gorgeous?” she asked.

“For the one who has a good-looking bosom, a deep, curvaceous waistline, well-rounded buttocks, and long, slender thighs,” he replied.

“And you find all those features in me?” she asked, getting thrilled.

“Yes, and more of it,” he replied.

“And that is the reason you want to see me draped in this sari?” she asked.

“No. Now I want to see you without your sari,” he replied.

Hearing it, Nanda lifted her eyebrows and said, “Do you think I will remove it for you?” she asked.

“I hope you will,” he replied.

“You have high hopes,” she said.

“I have high hopes because I feel that you will oblige me,” he said.

“Do you fancy me?” she asked.

“Yes, I fancy you and would love to see you without your sari,” he replied.

“Do I have to remove it, or will you do it?” she asked.

“No, remove it,” he said.

“How do you want me to remove it? Slowly, sensually, or discard it fast?” she asked.

“Try to be as sensual as possible,” he said.

“You mean go slow, reveal each part of my body step by step?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said and moved to the edge of the sofa to have a better look.

Nanda, holding the edge of her sari, brought it down over her chest, and when the top of her breasts were exposed, she said, “Do you see anything?”

“Yes, I can see the top of your bosom,” he replied.

“How does it look?” she asked.

“Marvelous,” he replied.

“Want to see more?” she asked.

“I am dying for it,” he replied.

“Can you see my bosom now?” she said as she drew her sari down.

“Yes, you have a swell bosom,” he replied.

“Better than your wife’s?” she asked.

“Yes, they are fully endowed,” he replied.

“You mean they are bigger than hers?” she asked.

“Yes, by two inches,” he replied.

“When did you measure them?” she asked.

“I did not measure them. It’s visible, and moreover, you said you use a 34-size bra,” he replied.

“Oh! Yes, I told you. Shall I drop this down?” she asked, holding the sari.

“Yes, please,” he replied.

“And allow you to see my bare waist,” she asked.

“Yes, that’s the part I want to see very badly,” he replied.

“Does it make you go crazy looking at it?” she questioned him.

“Yes, that is the best part of a woman’s anatomy, and it makes one go crazy,” he replied.

“And you want to see it and go crazy seeing it?” she asked.

“Yes, yes,” he replied as he saw his mother slip the sari out of her hands.

“Happy,” she asked, seeing his eyes pop out of their sockets.

“You have a lovely waist. Your belly is gorgeous. You are well-built, and the figure just below your belly is ravishing to look at,” he replied.

“What about my legs?” she asked.

“I will come to it after viewing below your waistline,” he replied.

“What do you see there?” she asked as she started trembling with pleasure.

“The most alluring thing a woman possesses,” he said.

“And what is that?” she asked as she started to cream out.

“The area below your tummy, which is curved in and ending where your legs meet, is tantalizing to see,” he said.

“Even though it is covered?” she asked.

“Yes, even though it is covered. It looks more magnificent, translucent than being left bare,” he replied.

“Why is it so?” she asked.

“Because it tantalizes you before you see it bare,” he replied.

“And what happens after you see it bare? Does it not tantalize you anymore?” she asked.

“Once it is laid bare, then your eyes will not have anything more to visualize and hope for,” he replied.

“What are your eyes dreaming of?” she asked.

“To see one of the most sacred parts a woman possesses,” he replied.

“So you call it a sacred part, and what do you call this?” she asked as her hands fondled her breasts.

“Well, it is not so sacred, as nowadays it is a common sight,” he replied.

“So you have seen women go top-less?” she said.

“I had the pleasure when I took the trip to the West,” he replied.

‘Then you don’t intend to see them?” she said, cupping her breasts.

“Who said so?” he asked.

“I thought that’s what you meant just now,” she replied.

“No, they are different,” he replied.

“And how is that?” she asked.

“Your wheatish complexion, your Asian heritage, makes all the difference,” he replied.

“So you want to see them?” she asked.

“Yes, of course,” he shot back.

“But I did not say that I would be revealing them,” she said.

“I know, but I hoped you do so,” he replied, knowing very well that the show was coming to an end.

“You always hope for the best,” saying this, she pulled out her tucked sari and let it drop down, thinking that the show had come to an end.

That was the grave mistake which Nanda committed. As soon as the sari fell, unknowingly, she had let Adithya see the wet patch on her petticoat. Her petticoat had stained as she had climaxed a few moments ago, and she had forgotten that she had left behind a telltale sign.

Adithya jumped out of his seat when he saw the wet patch on his mother’s petticoat. Though he had thought his mother was enjoying the show, he had never considered that she would have climaxed. This took the wind out of him, and he leaned forward to have a closer look.

Nanda saw him change his stance and when she saw his eyes were glued and unmoving, she followed his gaze and was shell-shocked to see the wet patch on her petticoat. She stood wondering what she had done and how foolish she was. As she bent down to collect her sari to hide the wet spot, she saw him getting up.

As she looked at him approaching, she was astonished to hear him say, “Drop it, let me continue from where you left.”

“What?” she said, trembling a little.

“I have yet to see your back,” he said, moving behind her.

“What’s there to see?” she said, trying to stall him.

“I have not seen your back yet,” he said, gripping her shoulders.

“Is it necessary? Are you not satisfied with what you saw?” she said, trying hard to stop him.

“Your back is exquisite,” he replied, as he pushed her hair aside and baring her back, started caressing it.

Nanda’s body trembled as she felt his hands on her bare back, and regaining her composure, she said, “Have you finished looking?”

“No, I have just started,” saying this, he brought his lips on the nape of her neck and kissed it.

It was then that Nanda realized that she was helpless. She knew it was out of her reach to stop him, and when she felt his lips on her back, her body started to warm up to it. Throwing all caution to the wind, she said, “How does my back look?”

“It’s alluring, but your blouse is covering too much,” he said.

Hearing it, she said, “How sad.”

“Yes, it is very sad,” saying this, he brought his hand on her blouse and started pushing the thin material down.

Feeling the pressure of his hand on the blouse and knowing very well that the material would be shredded to pieces, she said, “Do you think what you are doing is necessary?”

“Why? What will happen?” he asked, exerting more pressure.

“The blouse will be shredded to pieces,” she replied.

“What shall I do to have a look?” he asked, getting thrilled by her words.

“The hooks are in front,” she replied softly.

“Is it?” saying this, he brought his hands in front and clasped her blouse over her breasts.

As Adithya brought his hands over her bosom, Nanda leaned her body on his and moaned.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked as he felt his mother leaning over his body.

“Yes,” she replied, nuzzling closer and taking a deep breath, which made her breasts swell forward.

Adithya, taking hold of the flaps of her blouse, started to unhook her blouse slowly. When he unhooked the last, nuzzling his face on the nape of her neck, he said, “Lift your hands and allow me to discard it.”

Nanda obliged, and when Adithya removed her blouse and started to caress her breasts, she placed her hands on his head and, drawing him closer, said, “What are your hands feeling?”

“The most gorgeous mounds,” he replied.

“Is it a fact or are you just telling it to please me?” she asked.