Adultery A tale of two mothers by drunkard7

[sarit11]

The next day morning, Janaki woke up with the sound of the door bell. She went to the door and found the milkman
with a packet of milk. He started at Janaki from top to bottom. Janaki adjusted her saree, bought the milk from
his hand and closed the door. Sreedhar also woke up and told his birthday wishes to his mom.

Janaki went to the kitchen to prepare tea. But Sreedhar stopped her and told that he will do all the cooking today.
Janaki hesitated but finally agreed. Sreedhar prepared the tea as Janaki stood there watching. They both had tea.

Janaki went to take bath while Sreedhar started to prepare the breakfast. After sometime Janaki came back to the
kitchen wearing a old saree. After seeing this Sreedhar asked her to change to her new clothes. Janaki felt shy to
wear those clothes. Sreedhar stopped cooking and pulled his mom to the bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out
a blue jeans that they bought yesterday and a white t-shirt. He gave it to her and asked her to wear it.

After Sreedhar moved out of the room, Janaki removed her saree and petticoat and slowly inserted her legs one by one
into the jeans. Janaki had a curvy body. As she pulled the jeans toward her waist, it got stuck in her huge thighs.
As swayed her ass gently left and right and with extra effort, she pulled it to her waist.
She tried to zip her jeans without putting the button as usually others do. It was hard initially since the zip was new.

She looked at the dressing table mirror and was surprised to see her body. She was now in a red blouse and blue jeans.
Her figure was very good. She looked more young now. She thanked Sreedhar in mind for giving her this experience. The
denim hug her legs and gave every bit of date about her curves. A sense of pride swelled into her as she looked at
her hugh tapering thighs and firm butt. Her tummy was almost flat. Her crotch area, even after Sreedhar's birth has only a little
extra flesh. She slipped her fingers into each of the five pockets and wondered what she was going to keep in it.

Ofcourse, I can keep my cellphone and money in it. She thought.
She unhooked her blouse and wore the t-shirt. She looked at the miroor. The tight t-shirt was clearly showing her firm
boobs. Inspite of breastfeeding Sreedhar for almost two years and inspite of her age, her boobs didn't sag much.
If I go to the village in the same clothes during night, someone will bang me for sure. Janaki thought.