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Memories of an Indian Man 

Ch. 02

It was almost over a month since my masturbation surprise with mother. Apart from a few glimpses of her boobs and a quick feel of her breasts she seemed to avoid any form of intimacy. I feared the worst had come, that we had crossed a sacred line between mother and son and she didn't want to encourage me any further. 

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Then one late morning I went to her room and found the door closed. I knocked for a bit and got no response so I pushed it open and went in. Finding no one there I picked up the paper and lay down on the bed to have a read. 

Then I heard the door to the attached bathroom open slightly saw mothers head peering from the door.

"Oh it's only you," she said with a sigh of relief.

Opening the door fully, she stepped out of the bathroom in just her wet sari that concealed little if not nothing.

"Why what's wrong," I asked.

"I needed a new bar of soap, had I known it was you I wouldn't have bothered with the sari," she said quite nonchalantly.

Her full buttocks undulated as she walked up to the cupboard and searched for the soap. I couldn't help getting erect as my eyes traversed her voluptuous body, the heavy breasts with their dark nipples, the narrow waist that flared into wide motherly hips and fleshy thighs that ended in perfect legs. 

"Really?" I asked in what seemed like a delayed response.

"Really what?" she said turning around to look at me.

"You wouldn't have bothered with the sari?" I asked almost swallowing the words.

"Of course," she said innocently, bending over and treating me to a delicious view of her curvy bottom. 

"Damn, my luck," I said playfully and we both laughed.

Just before disappearing into the bathroom she stopped and turned catching me starring at her lovely ass.

"Do you really like it that much?" she asked giggling.

Blushing I managed to node in embarrassment as she disappeared into the bathroom.

I was awoken by the sound of mothers leg chains clinking as she walked around the room. Couldn't remember how long it was but I must have dosed of as I read the paper. Sitting up I rubbed my sleepy eyes I was hardly prepared for what I was about to see. 

Mother stood in front of the mirror with her back to me, her hair was wrapped in a towel and her forehead was adorned with a bindi. Apart from that and some scanty jewelry she was completely nude. My heart skipped a beat and I gasped at her naked form.

"You awake sleepy head?" she asked without turning to look at me.

Unable to speak I sat dumb founded by her boldness, but she seemed completely at ease and went about her business as if nothing was different.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"Amma you're so beautiful, I wish I could marry you," I finally managed to say.

"Why so you can stare at my bum all day?" she asked playfully.

"Nope, I'm doing that without having to marry you," I said jokingly.

"Then why?" she asked still laughing.

"So I can play with it," I said.

"You don't have to marry me for that," she said as she applied lotion to her body.

"Does that mean I can play with it now?" I asked cheekily.

[b]"Yeah sure, nice try," she said with a smile and we both laughed.[/b]