25-05-2026, 06:52 PM
I glared at them with disgust as they both picked up my bra and panties and said, “This is for the change, ma'am.” I wiped away the humiliation, got dressed, and came home with the camera.
The look of joy on my son's face when I gave him the camera was worth all the humiliation I had endured, I thought to myself. After giving him the camera, I went into the bathroom to shower, trying to wash away the mental anguish from their humiliating actions.
But there was my son standing with the camera I had bought, and I stood there, confused, not understanding what was happening. He checked the camera and said, “Hmm, hurry up.” Confused, I slowly stepped inside and looked at him questioningly. He looked back at me and said, “Hmm, hurry up and get undressed...”
It felt like a ton of bricks hitting me. Was this why he asked for the camera? Did my son want to film me bathing naked? Was this why I had bared my body in front of just anyone?
My son, impatiently saying “pssh, I'm telling you to hurry up and take it off and come shower,” I slowly turned to untie my sari, but he said, “pssh, look at me and take it off like this.” What could I do? I did as he said.
I stood completely naked in front of my son as he stood there with a camera.
Even before, when I stood in front of those two in that shop, I felt disgusted, but how can I describe the feeling of standing like this in front of my own son? I couldn't even cry in front of him, or scold and chase him away.
My son photographed every part of my body with that camera. “Mmm, now go take a shower…” he said, and like a doll controlled by a key, I moved on my own and started bathing. While I was soaping up, he said, “How long are you going to just wash your hands? Scrub your breasts good and squeeze them too.”
I felt like I was about to faint right then. I couldn't come right then, I thought. What could I do? I showed him my breasts and soaped them up, rubbing them well. My son, without any hesitation, said, “Mmm, that's great. Now, just like that, lather it on your stomach and then go down and put it on your pussy.”
My hand trembling, I lathered up with soap and reached down to my pussy. My son moved his camera in close and filmed it for a little while. Then he said, “Mmm, good, pussy's enough now. Turn around and work your way up from your thighs to your ass.”
As soon as I turned around, the tears I had been holding back started to flow on their own, As I was soaping my ass, my son said, “Ah, that's it, lift it up a little more.” I lifted my ass, thinking to myself how he was treating his own mother like the women in the porn movies he watched.
As soon as I finished my shower and he left, I just sat on the floor. I must have been there for over an hour, feeling like half my body had melted away. I mustered all my strength and finally got up to go to my room.
When I got to my room and saw my son was there again, I undid my towel and stood naked in front of him. My son, still with no expression on his face, said, “Stay right there. Come lie down on the bed.”
I floated to the bed, as if pushed by an invisible force, and lay down naked. After taking a picture of my entire body, he said, “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.” I spread them, and my son took a picture of my pussy.
"Mom, squeeze both your breasts with both hands and look at the camera," he said, then climbed onto the bed and held up my old camera in front of me. I too gently squeezed my breasts and looked at him.
My son said, "Mmm, squeeze it well, grab it and knead it." Wondering when he'd ever finish all this, I grabbed both my breasts and squeezed and pinched them just as he'd said. Then he said, "Mmm, that's it—just like that, put your nipple in your mouth and suck it," and I looked at him pitifully as I tried to bring it to my lips.
Because my breasts are large, my nipple reached my lips. I tilted it up a little and did just as my son said. Do people really do things like this? I'm sucking my own breast... When will my son ever get some sense? I kept sucking, lost in thought. 136
'Mmm, enough sucking, pinch your nipple with one hand and put the other hand on your pussy,' he said. So I did, but then he said something else and I broke down, 'Mmm, you innocent little slut… are you going to stick your finger inside your pussy and play with it…' Fuck yourself with your finger and look at the camera, biting your lip nicely," he said.
I stopped everything and looked at my son, begging, but he just glared. That was it; my finger slid right into my pussy. Just as he said, I bit my lip, squeezing my breast and looking at my son with my finger inside me.
I couldn't look at my son's face for a long time. Would any mother ever finger herself in front of her son like that? I closed my eyes.
It's been a year since my husband died… and a year since I've felt any pleasure… My mind had never gone there before… Why, even when I stood naked in front of those two despicable young men, I felt nothing… But then, in that state, without realizing it, my finger slowly explored the depths of my pussy.
My hand massaged my breasts alternately. My lips began to moan without my realizing it. Waves of pleasure surged within me, flowing from my pussy, and I gasped for breath. I opened my eyes to see my son getting out of bed and walking away. I closed my eyes again.
The next day, I left the house before my son woke up and went to work. My mind was full of yesterday's memories. Even though my son had told me to do this and that, I shouldn't have hesitated at all.
Damn, what must my son be thinking of me... He already treats me like dirt. I'm so worried about what else he might do that I didn't even hear anyone calling me.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear someone calling me loudly. When I finally looked up, I saw Penn standing in front of me asking, "Ma'am, what happened?" I said, "Nothing." Then he asked, "Ma'am, did you get the camera?" I replied that I had, thanked him, and went back to my work.
I was hesitant to go home again after work. I was afraid to go to my house. As soon as I entered, I rushed to my room, and my son wasn't there. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Just as I was about to collapse onto the bed in relief, I noticed a bag on it. Next to it was a scrap of paper with something written on it: "Only put on what's in the bag—no underwear or bra." It seemed my son had decided to cast me as the heroine of the porn movie he was about to watch.
There was only one piece of clothing in the bag. I pulled it out and saw it was an apron I only wear when I'm cooking. My son is telling me to wear just that.
I undressed completely and put it on, but it didn't even fully cover my breasts. With no other choice, I walked through the hall, and my son stood there holding a camera. He looked at me and said, "Go to the kitchen and make the food."
He followed me, camera in hand, as I went. "Walk nicely, wiggling your ass," he said, and I did just that. Since it was only an apron, there was nothing else to cover my backside. As I started cooking, my son filmed everything I did.
After putting everything on the stove, I looked at him and my son said, "Hmm, lift your clothes and show me your pussy." So I showed it to him. "Hmm, that's great… now rub your pussy and show me," he said, so I rubbed my pussy and showed it to him.
"Mmm, that's right, keep fingering yourself while you cook… every now and then turn around and show me your ass," he said, and I finished cooking while fingering my pussy. Just when I thought he'd let me eat, he said, "There's a carrot next to you—pick it up and stick it in your pussy."
My jaw trembled again with fear. "Karthi, it's coming… Mom…" I said, but he snapped, "Psh, we can talk later. First pick it up and shove it into your pussy." My hands shaking, I slowly lifted it and gently slid it into my pussy, moaning softly in pain.
My son kept saying, "What the hell are you doing? Stop that, turn it around, and think about it—stick it in and pull it out," so I immediately slid the carrot into my pussy and started thrusting it in and out. Each time the carrot went in and out of my pussy, my moaning grew louder and louder.
My son said, "That's it, fuck me hard, fuck me hard… squeeze my tits, you cunt," and I did exactly as he told me. After a while my legs started trembling, and as I knelt there inserting and pulling out a carrot from my pussy, I moaned loudly and
came, and my son placed the camera in front of my face and recorded it.
The look of joy on my son's face when I gave him the camera was worth all the humiliation I had endured, I thought to myself. After giving him the camera, I went into the bathroom to shower, trying to wash away the mental anguish from their humiliating actions.
But there was my son standing with the camera I had bought, and I stood there, confused, not understanding what was happening. He checked the camera and said, “Hmm, hurry up.” Confused, I slowly stepped inside and looked at him questioningly. He looked back at me and said, “Hmm, hurry up and get undressed...”
It felt like a ton of bricks hitting me. Was this why he asked for the camera? Did my son want to film me bathing naked? Was this why I had bared my body in front of just anyone?
My son, impatiently saying “pssh, I'm telling you to hurry up and take it off and come shower,” I slowly turned to untie my sari, but he said, “pssh, look at me and take it off like this.” What could I do? I did as he said.
I stood completely naked in front of my son as he stood there with a camera.
Even before, when I stood in front of those two in that shop, I felt disgusted, but how can I describe the feeling of standing like this in front of my own son? I couldn't even cry in front of him, or scold and chase him away.
My son photographed every part of my body with that camera. “Mmm, now go take a shower…” he said, and like a doll controlled by a key, I moved on my own and started bathing. While I was soaping up, he said, “How long are you going to just wash your hands? Scrub your breasts good and squeeze them too.”
I felt like I was about to faint right then. I couldn't come right then, I thought. What could I do? I showed him my breasts and soaped them up, rubbing them well. My son, without any hesitation, said, “Mmm, that's great. Now, just like that, lather it on your stomach and then go down and put it on your pussy.”
My hand trembling, I lathered up with soap and reached down to my pussy. My son moved his camera in close and filmed it for a little while. Then he said, “Mmm, good, pussy's enough now. Turn around and work your way up from your thighs to your ass.”
As soon as I turned around, the tears I had been holding back started to flow on their own, As I was soaping my ass, my son said, “Ah, that's it, lift it up a little more.” I lifted my ass, thinking to myself how he was treating his own mother like the women in the porn movies he watched.
As soon as I finished my shower and he left, I just sat on the floor. I must have been there for over an hour, feeling like half my body had melted away. I mustered all my strength and finally got up to go to my room.
When I got to my room and saw my son was there again, I undid my towel and stood naked in front of him. My son, still with no expression on his face, said, “Stay right there. Come lie down on the bed.”
I floated to the bed, as if pushed by an invisible force, and lay down naked. After taking a picture of my entire body, he said, “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.” I spread them, and my son took a picture of my pussy.
"Mom, squeeze both your breasts with both hands and look at the camera," he said, then climbed onto the bed and held up my old camera in front of me. I too gently squeezed my breasts and looked at him.
My son said, "Mmm, squeeze it well, grab it and knead it." Wondering when he'd ever finish all this, I grabbed both my breasts and squeezed and pinched them just as he'd said. Then he said, "Mmm, that's it—just like that, put your nipple in your mouth and suck it," and I looked at him pitifully as I tried to bring it to my lips.
Because my breasts are large, my nipple reached my lips. I tilted it up a little and did just as my son said. Do people really do things like this? I'm sucking my own breast... When will my son ever get some sense? I kept sucking, lost in thought. 136
'Mmm, enough sucking, pinch your nipple with one hand and put the other hand on your pussy,' he said. So I did, but then he said something else and I broke down, 'Mmm, you innocent little slut… are you going to stick your finger inside your pussy and play with it…' Fuck yourself with your finger and look at the camera, biting your lip nicely," he said.
I stopped everything and looked at my son, begging, but he just glared. That was it; my finger slid right into my pussy. Just as he said, I bit my lip, squeezing my breast and looking at my son with my finger inside me.
I couldn't look at my son's face for a long time. Would any mother ever finger herself in front of her son like that? I closed my eyes.
It's been a year since my husband died… and a year since I've felt any pleasure… My mind had never gone there before… Why, even when I stood naked in front of those two despicable young men, I felt nothing… But then, in that state, without realizing it, my finger slowly explored the depths of my pussy.
My hand massaged my breasts alternately. My lips began to moan without my realizing it. Waves of pleasure surged within me, flowing from my pussy, and I gasped for breath. I opened my eyes to see my son getting out of bed and walking away. I closed my eyes again.
The next day, I left the house before my son woke up and went to work. My mind was full of yesterday's memories. Even though my son had told me to do this and that, I shouldn't have hesitated at all.
Damn, what must my son be thinking of me... He already treats me like dirt. I'm so worried about what else he might do that I didn't even hear anyone calling me.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear someone calling me loudly. When I finally looked up, I saw Penn standing in front of me asking, "Ma'am, what happened?" I said, "Nothing." Then he asked, "Ma'am, did you get the camera?" I replied that I had, thanked him, and went back to my work.
I was hesitant to go home again after work. I was afraid to go to my house. As soon as I entered, I rushed to my room, and my son wasn't there. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Just as I was about to collapse onto the bed in relief, I noticed a bag on it. Next to it was a scrap of paper with something written on it: "Only put on what's in the bag—no underwear or bra." It seemed my son had decided to cast me as the heroine of the porn movie he was about to watch.
There was only one piece of clothing in the bag. I pulled it out and saw it was an apron I only wear when I'm cooking. My son is telling me to wear just that.
I undressed completely and put it on, but it didn't even fully cover my breasts. With no other choice, I walked through the hall, and my son stood there holding a camera. He looked at me and said, "Go to the kitchen and make the food."
He followed me, camera in hand, as I went. "Walk nicely, wiggling your ass," he said, and I did just that. Since it was only an apron, there was nothing else to cover my backside. As I started cooking, my son filmed everything I did.
After putting everything on the stove, I looked at him and my son said, "Hmm, lift your clothes and show me your pussy." So I showed it to him. "Hmm, that's great… now rub your pussy and show me," he said, so I rubbed my pussy and showed it to him.
"Mmm, that's right, keep fingering yourself while you cook… every now and then turn around and show me your ass," he said, and I finished cooking while fingering my pussy. Just when I thought he'd let me eat, he said, "There's a carrot next to you—pick it up and stick it in your pussy."
My jaw trembled again with fear. "Karthi, it's coming… Mom…" I said, but he snapped, "Psh, we can talk later. First pick it up and shove it into your pussy." My hands shaking, I slowly lifted it and gently slid it into my pussy, moaning softly in pain.
My son kept saying, "What the hell are you doing? Stop that, turn it around, and think about it—stick it in and pull it out," so I immediately slid the carrot into my pussy and started thrusting it in and out. Each time the carrot went in and out of my pussy, my moaning grew louder and louder.
My son said, "That's it, fuck me hard, fuck me hard… squeeze my tits, you cunt," and I did exactly as he told me. After a while my legs started trembling, and as I knelt there inserting and pulling out a carrot from my pussy, I moaned loudly and
came, and my son placed the camera in front of my face and recorded it.
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