Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

Mamta emerged from her room, holding two sarees, a deep maroon with gold border one which she liked and a rich green with silver work.
 
"Which one, beta? The maroon or the green?"
 
Neetu studied them. "The maroon. It looks nice."
 
Mamta smiled. "I was thinking the same thing."
 
She laid the maroon saree on the bed and began to dress.
 
She chose the blouse carefully, a deep-cut backless and sleeveless one she'd bought on impulse and never had the courage to wear.
 
It left her midriff bare from just below her breasts to her hips, her navel on full display.
 
The fabric of the saree would dbang over her waist, but it would be easy to slip a hand beneath. Easy for someone to explore.
 
He's going to explore you. That's why you're doing this.
 
She sat back at her dressing table and began her makeup.
 
More care than usual. A subtle smoky eye that made her eyes look darker, more mysterious. A touch of gloss on her lips. A hint of blush that made her look flushed and warm.
 
Neetu watched as her mother applied makeup.
 
She's putting on makeup. For a movie.
 
Neetu said nothing.
 
Then Mamta reached for the small perfume bottle in her drawer.
 
The perfume was expensive, a gift she'd never used. Jasmine and sandalwood. Warm. Sensual. The kind of scent that lingered in the air, that made people lean closer to catch it.
 
She applied it to her wrists, her neck, the hollow of her throat. The curve of her navel. Between her breasts.
 
In case he gets that far.
 
The thought made her cheeks flush. She watched the color rise in the mirror and didn't look away.
 
She was doing this. She was choosing this.
 
"It smells nice, Mummy," Neetu said, her voice neutral.
 
Mamta's cheeks flushed. "Thank you, beta."