Son helps neighbor to get mom

[Harini13]

The weekend arrived. On Sunday afternoon, Gayathri was in the kitchen, preparing coffee. She was wearing a comfortable cotton nightie. It was light blue and a bit short, ending mid-thigh. It was also a little tight. When she moved, the shape of her body was clear to see.

Her thoughts were simple. Balaji is so happy Elango uncle is coming. He brought such nice payasam last time. I should wear something nice too. But this is just at home. This nightie is okay.

The doorbell rang. It was Elango. He came in with a smile and a small box. "I brought some jeera payasam. My sister made it."

"Oh, Elango, you shouldn't bring things every time!" Gayu said, taking the box. She bent slightly to place it on the table. The neckline of her nightie gaped a little. Elango's eyes flickered down for a second before he looked away quickly. When she walked back to the kitchen, the soft fabric swayed against her hips.

Balaji came out of his room. "Uncle! Hello! Mom, the payasam smells amazing."

They all sat in the living room. Gayu served the sweet, warm payasam. It was delicious.

"This is so good, Elango," Gayu said. "Thank your sister for me."

"Sure, Gayu," Elango said, using her nickname easily now.

They talked for a while. Then Balaji had an idea. A plan was forming in his mind. He remembered the leggings Elango had gifted his mom last Diwali. She wore them only inside the house with long tops.

"Ma," Balaji said suddenly. "You know, you should learn to use a scooter."

Gayu looked surprised. "Scooter? Why? At my age?"

"Not for driving on big roads, Ma," Balaji said. "Just to go to the nearby market. When Dad is not free, and I am at office. You can go yourself. It will be easy for you."

Elango saw his chance. He looked at Gayu. "He is right, Gayu. It is very easy. I can teach you. In our colony lane, no traffic. Very safe."

Gayu felt hesitant. "I don't know... I might fall."

"You won't fall, Ma," Balaji insisted. "Uncle will be there. And you should wear comfortable clothes. Like those leggings you have. The ones Elango uncle gave you. They are perfect. You can move easily in them."

Gayu thought about it. The black leggings were very comfortable. And the matching top was a bit short, but it was fine for inside the house. She had never worn them outside her room.

Her thoughts were unsure. Scooter? Me? It sounds scary. But Balaji is right. It would be useful. And Elango is a good teacher. He is so helpful. Maybe I can try. The leggings are comfortable. No one will see in our lane.

"Okay," she said slowly. "I will try. But only if you are sure, Elango."

"I am very sure, Gayu," Elango said, his heart beating a little faster. "We can start next Sunday morning. The lane is empty then."

"Then it is decided!" Balaji said, smiling. His plan was working. He wanted his mom to wear those clothes. He wanted to see Elango's reaction. He wanted to see her.

"Okay," Gayu said. "Next Sunday."

After Elango left, Balaji went to his mother. "Ma, for learning, you should wear those black leggings and the top. They are perfect. You can move your legs freely."

Gayu nodded. "Yes, beta. You are right."

The next Sunday morning came. Venkat had gone to the bank for some work. Balaji was home.

Gayu went to her dressing room. She took out the black leggings and the white top. The top was short, ending just at her hips. She put them on and looked in the mirror.

The leggings were tight. They clung to her legs, showing their shape. They were a little thin. The white top was also tight. It showed the outline of her bra underneath. She could see the line of her panty at the back through the leggings.

Her thoughts were shy. Oh my. This is... very tight. Everything can be seen. But Balaji said it is for comfort. And it is just in our lane. Elango is a good man. He will not look. I am just being shy. It is for learning. I should do it.

She took a deep breath. She put on a simple necklace and combed her hair. She looked at herself one more time. She looked different. The clothes showed her figure—her full hips, her round back, her thick thighs. She felt nervous but also a little excited. She was doing something new.

She walked out of her room.

In the living room, Balaji and Elango were waiting. Elango was talking about the scooter's controls.

Then Gayu came in.

Both men stopped talking.

Balaji's eyes widened. His mother looked stunning. The white top and black leggings showed her beautiful body. She looked young and fresh. The leggings hugged her thick thighs and rounded back perfectly. The thin fabric left little to the imagination.

Elango's jaw almost dropped. He tried to keep his face normal, but his eyes were busy. They traveled from her face, down her neck, over the curve of her chest where the bra line was visible under the tight top, down to her narrow waist, and then to her hips. The leggings were tight. He could see the swell of her thighs, the shape of her backside. As she walked towards them, he could even see a faint, tempting line running between her legs at the back—the line of her panty.

He quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "You... you look ready, Gayu."

Gayu smiled, a little shy. "Is this okay? For learning?"

"Perfect," Elango said, his voice a bit thick. "Very comfortable. You can move easily."

Balaji smiled inside. His plan was perfect. He saw how Elango looked at her. He saw his mother's innocent smile. "Yes, Ma, you look great. Now go learn. Uncle is a good teacher."

"Thank you, beta," Gayu said. She felt happy. Her son was so supportive. Her neighbor was so kind. She was about to learn something new. She had no idea of the thoughts in their minds.

Elango stood up. "Shall we go, Gayu? The scooter is outside."

"Yes," Gayu said, walking ahead of him towards the door.

Elango followed, his eyes fixed on the gentle, rhythmic sway of her hips in the tight black leggings. The faint panty line was a secret path his eyes traced again and again. This was going to be a very interesting lesson.