Family of Desire: Getting close to didi and mom

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Scene 3


Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened slowly. Steam came out first, with the nice smell of her expensive body spray.
Then she stepped out.

My throat went dry instantly. I had pictured it in my head, but seeing it for real… bhenchod, it was next level.
Mom was holding the doorframe, looking down at the floor. The black net saree was like a dark shadow on her body—it hid almost nothing and showed everything perfectly. Her milky white skin looked so bright against the black net.

But the blouse… that was the real killer.

It was a small sequined halter neck, barely holding everything. Her heavy breasts were coming out from the sides and the top, making a very deep cleavage. The fabric was tight, pushing everything up. Her soft, fair tummy was fully visible through the sheer net. Her deep navel looked like a perfect round hole in soft cream.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan… nahi yaar. This is too much. I look like… like a call girl. Look at this blouse! It’s suffocating me. And my pet… my whole tummy is showing.”

She tried to pull the pallu over her chest to cover up. Her face was red—half from the hot steam, half from feeling shy.

Eshan: “Mom… kasam se, if Papa saw you now, he would get a heart attack on the golf course. You don’t look like a call girl. You look like a pataka. Like a real Bollywood heroine.”

Kaveri Mom: “Don’t lie. Look at this back! It’s fully open!”

She turned around to show me. Uff. The blouse was just two thin strings tied in a bow at the back. Her whole back was bare—fair, smooth, with two small dimples just above her wide hips. The saree was tucked very low, showing the curve of her waist where the soft flesh spilled out a little. It wasn’t fat; it was soft, nice to hold.

Eshan: “Mom, the back is the best part. It’s sexy. Stop hiding. Why are you covering with the pallu? Let it fall.”

I went close to her. My heart was beating fast. I gently pulled the pallu from her hand.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan, no… sharam aa rahi hai. It’s too deep.”

Eshan: “Let it be deep. That’s the point. Vian needs to see your curves, Mom. You have a figure that young girls want. Why hide it?”
I fixed the pleats so they sat just below her navel, showing the deep dip of her waist. Her skin felt warm and soft when I touched it.

The doorbell rang.

Mom jumped like someone shocked her. Her hands went straight to her chest again.

Kaveri Mom: “He’s here! Haye Ram, Eshan, I can’t do this. Send him away. I can’t go out like this.”

Eshan: “Relax, Mom. Take a deep breath. You look stunning. Trust me. I’m right here with you.”

I held her hand, gave it a squeeze, and went to open the main door.

Vian was standing outside. He looked ready—camera around his neck, tripod in hand, wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed his arms. He saw me, raised one eyebrow, and smiled big.

Vian: “Scene set, bro? Is Aunty ready?”

Eshan: “Bro, you have no idea. Come in.”

I took him to the bedroom door.

Eshan: “Mom? Come out now.”

There was silence for a second. Then I heard her glass bangles clinking. Mom stepped out into the hallway light.

Vian stopped moving. He just froze. His mouth opened a little, and his eyes went straight to her chest and stayed there.
Mom stood nervously, playing with her earring. The black saree was tight on her heavy thighs. Her cleavage moved up and down with every quick breath. The sheer pallu didn’t hide her deep waist or the full shape of her breasts.

Vian: “Fuuu—” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “I mean… Wow. Namaste, Kaveri Aunty.”

Kaveri Mom: (looking at the floor, cheeks bright red) “Namaste beta… Eshan forced me into this… I look ridiculous, na?”

Vian: “Ridiculous? Aunty, you look… dangerous. Like, gazab. I swear, I forgot how to hold my camera for a second.”

He came closer. His eyes moved over her body openly. He looked at her bare stomach, then up to her face. The look in his eyes was hungry.

Vian: “The light in the living room is perfect right now. Sun is coming on the sofa. Let’s start there? Just… don’t adjust the saree, Aunty. The way it’s falling now… showing your navel… it’s perfect.”

Kaveri Mom: “My… navel? It’s so big…”

Vian: “It’s deep, Aunty. It adds character. Trust me. This shoot is going to be fire.”

Mom looked at me, then at Vian. She saw how he was staring—not like she was just an aunty, but like something he really wanted. And for the first time in a long time, a small, shy smile came on her lips. She liked the attention.

Kaveri Mom: “Okay… if you say so. Tell me what to do.”