Corrupting My Traditional Indian Mother – Part 2
This is the second part of my series and if you haven’t seen it please read it first. If you have any opinions or suggestions please email to [email protected]. This part I will try to elaborate on the storyline and focus on the corruption of the mother. I am trying to make the story as realistic as I can, so things will occur slowly. I woke up the next day after the night of the photo shoot. As I lay on my bed I recalled last night and felt a string of guilt about it. I was feeling ashamed of what I did but weird when I thought about it. I got up had a shower and went to the kitchen for breakfast. She was in there making tea and breakfast. She was wearing a yellow striped maxi-gown which hugged her figure. I saw her ass from the back and could not keep my eyes off. Her fair skin looked fabulous. I gathered myself and decided to say something. “Good Morning maa,” I said nervously while avoiding eye contact. “Good Morning beta,” she replied calmly. She turned towards me and served me tea. We sat on the dining table and I started eating breakfast. As much as I felt ashamed my eyes started wandering off to her cleavage. She usually never showed cleavage in a gown but today there was a hint of it. “So beta how are you going to market those pictures?” she asked nonchalantly. I felt a tingling down in my pants and said, “Yes maa now I will edit them and put our watermark on them. Then send it to prospective buyers and small boutiques. How does Mamta Tailors sound as our name?” “It sounds great beta since we are targeting mostly women of my age. Old women…haha,” she said looking at me. I quickly realized she was fishing for a compliment and being alone for such a long time without a husband had an effect. I looked at her face I could see the loneliness inside her. All I could think of was of seeing her happy. “Are you crazy mom, you’re not old, you are one of the hottest women I know. Look at all my friend’s mothers, they look old and ugly, you still look damn pretty,” I said all in one breath. “Don’t call your mother hot Adi and that’s enough, you need to get back to working on the business.” I could see her blush through the side of her cheeks. I went back to my room. It was a Sunday. I started editing the pictures into a package. Looking back at those pictures gave me an instant hard-on. But I finished the work and sent the pictures to the clients and the boutique owners. I had my lunch a while later and sat on my bed for a little rest in my room. As I was about to take a nap I heard the doorbell ring. We stay in a 2 bedroom house and my room was closest to the main door. As such I could hear anything said clearly through my room door. The door to my room was closed but had a pretty large keyhole to see out of. I heard my mom open the door and started watching through the keyhole. It was the local shopkeeper Javed who came to deliver the groceries. He had a small supermarket type shop outside our building. He must be in his 30s but looked strong as a bull and had a tough guy reputation. Everyone in the society knew him for a long time and in spite of having a lot of servants he used to deliver our groceries personally. “Namaste Jyotsna Bhabhi, your order has arrived,” he greeted my mother with a wide smile. “Namaste Javed ji aap khud hi aa gaye, kisi servant ko bhejte?” “Kya kare kaam hi aisa hai aur humare sabse favorite customers mein se ho,” he said flirtatiously. I heard mom laugh but could not see her expressions through the keyhole. I could see that Javed was stealing occasional glances towards her cleavage. Now I understood why he always came himself. The thing I was surprised by most was my mother always used to cover her chest with a dupatta whenever a stranger arrived. But today she hadn’t. I could feel my dick starting to swell while looking at their flirting. I always felt that her desire for intimacy must have vanished. But every person has needs and it was evident from the looks of it. I felt angry(or jealous) looking at them. But quite to be honest I was turned on a bit. “Bhabhi aaj saree nahi pehni aapne?” he asked sheepishly. “Nahi dupahar mein kyun saree pehnungi? Kyu pucha waise?” “Aise hi, aap ache lagte ho saree mein, uss din Diwali mein pehni thi bahut achi thi red wali,” he said with a spark in his eyes. “Haa woh toh festival tha na, iss liye pehni thi.” “Bahut achi lag rahi thi aap ussme bilkul Madhuri jaisi.” My mom laughed, and they talked further on society gossipy topics. He started to leave and kept the groceries on the floor. My mother bent down to pick up the bag. I saw the look on Javed’s reaction and deduced he must have had a great view of her cleavage. Sadly I couldn’t see it from my angle. He smiled and bid goodbye. I was shocked at this behavior of hers. I always assumed her to be a sweet, traditional woman. But I realized everyone has a different side. I knew she was just flirting but my mind was filled with jealousy. I saw her go to her room and I went out of the house to meet my friends. I was wondering how far was she willing to go and decided to buy a new sim card on my way back. I came back home a few hours later and saw her cooking in the kitchen. I came back to my room and checked the messages from clients. The response was overwhelming. I made a few calls and registered a bunch of orders for blouses. I went to the dinner table with a smile. “Hey, maa, guess what? We have got a lot of orders. Everyone loves those pics as I told you.” She looked very happy. “Thank God beta now we will make enough money hopefully, all thanks to you.” She gave me a tight hug. I could feel her soft chest on my chest and started to grow a boner. I pulled away quickly and started eating my dinner.