A big hello to all of you. My name is Sujatha, a 42 year old housewife from Mumbai. I am new to this site and story writing. I used to be a very innocent and very conservative Hindu lady. I am here because of my son who is now my husband too. Strange isn’t it, but it is true. I married my son under his tremendous pressure and unconditional love which I was missing since my husband’s untimely death.
Now coming to the story, which is a true story I hope you all will enjoy it. My husband died 10 years back in an accident leaving behind me and my only son Jaydeep who was 10 years old then. My husband’s family did not like me because ours was an inter caste love marriage. My husband married me against the wishes of his family and his family members virtually threw me out of their house and family. We are basically from Bangalore.
We had to live under severe hardship and Jaydeep was my only hope in life. My entire hardship vanished whenever I saw his smiling face. As time passed by he completed his studies and got into a very good job. His salary was in six figures.
I started looking at him with a changed stance not as a mother but also as a lover. I appreciated his looks, love and behavior. The idea of his marriage crossed my mind. I thought it was the right time for me to scout for his bride. Then I felt a tinge of jealousy too for his bride. I thought how lucky she would be to have such a loving stud, sorry for a person as a husband. So he just asked me to go shopping. Hearing this I blushed like a teenager. I was a little bit shy because nobody talked to me like that since my husband died.
He said, “I want my mom to look like a model or movie star in good clothes and also in good makeup. I want you to look like a real scene stealer. We will shop for the latest things in fashion.”
I liked his attention but was a little confused, so asked him, “Why this entire fuss son. I am happy with what I am. I do not want to look different. What will people say? I do not want to embarrass people and especially you. Why will you spend so much on me? Save some for your wife.”
He came near the meme and hugged me tight and said, “Mom you know I work for a very large company and I am in a very good job, so they have given me a posh bungalow in a rich locality where people are rich and modern. So I don’t want my mum to look old fashioned in front of them.”
I laughed and said, “Ok baba, as you wish, your mom is ready to fulfill your wishes. My lovely son……..”
My last sentence made his eyes glow big. He took me to a very big clothes shop and bought me many chiffon sarees some of which were made from very thin material making it almost transparent.
I protested, “I do not like such material as even in my dream I do not wear it.”
My son ignored my pleas and asked the sales girl for some matching blouses for which she asked for size. I felt shy to tell it before my son. The sales girl understood my problem and asked me to come to the trial room.
I told the sales girl, “My size is 34. I buy a bra for this size.”
She smiled at me, “I don’t think your size is 34 so I have to take your size. Don’t be scared dear. Please come to the trial room.”
She took me to the trial room. It was a small cabin type with light bulbs above. I was getting breathing hard. It looked very scary.
She said, “Please remove your pallu as I want to measure your correct size.”
I did so and she took my boobs measurements and all other measurements. It is the first time I learned my boob size is 36 C. she gave out that mysterious sexy smile. While measuring my breasts she deliberately touched and pressed my nipples which I ignored thinking it must have been an accident not intentional.
We came back from the trail room and she showed us a different pattern of blouses. All of them are low neck, while some of them were sleeveless; some of them were back less too. I got jitters even imagining myself wearing those things. Such designs were a big no – no for me but my son did not listen to my words.
My son selected all the 3 patterns. I felt shy imagining how I would look if I wore it. My son also asked them to show choodidar suits of the latest fashion too.
“Now what has he gone mad?”, I thought to myself. “What he thinks I am not going to wear is choodidar suits. He is going to make a fool of me, his mother.”
I stopped his pranks and said, “I won’t wear them. So stop being naughty and let us get out of this shop. I will wear sarees only. Even this fancy blouse is not to my liking, I understand. Now leave the shop.”
My son laughed at me as if I was like a little girl in a big shop. He said, “Mom these are the latest fashion in town. All girls wear them and so will you. Not only will you have to wear jeans, t-shirts, middies but also you will have to wear skirts and tops for me.”
Ignoring my pleas he asked the sales girl to show a lot of varieties which she obliged. My son selected as many as he liked. I stood there like a dumb child pricking the floor carpet with my toe nails. The lady asked us to come by evening and all the blouses would be ready.
There I came to know my waist is 34. Some of the middies which he bought finished just above knee and god did they look really sexy. I have hairy legs and thighs. I dare not wear that trendy stuff.
I took my son to a corner and said, “I am not wearing those things, no matter what comes. So stop buying this. I will arrange your marriage in the near future and you fulfill your desire by buying such stuff for your wife.”
My voice got louder when I saw he was not listening to me. I clutched his arms and tried to pull him out of the shop. I tried to reason out with him. How could I tell him that I have hairy legs and thighs.
Hearing our conversation the owner of the shop said, “Sister now a day’s fashion has changed its face. Even ladies of my age are wearing such a dress, so there is nothing wrong with it. Many young boys like my son also want to see their moms in these fittings. You are not too old for these dresses.”
I didn’t understand first but quickly understood when my son Jay took me to another section of the store where they displayed a variety of lingerie. They had a range of mannequins wearing sexy, lacy and god knows what type of different lingerie. This was the first time I was visiting such a section with my adult son. Earlier I used to purchase myself or with my husband.
By looking at those things I really felt very shy but my son was acting as if he was from another planet. He quickly selected so many bras for me, his mother, what a shameless fellow my son was. He bought bras which were cupped ones, stuffed ones, padded ones, even lace ones where the entire breast is visible and a hole in the nipple area so that the nipple sticks out.
He wasted no time nor asked me anything as he already knew my boobs size. He bought bras of different colors, mostly light shade ones (like pink, sky blue, white) and a few hot dark shade ones (red, black, gray etc ). God in my entire life I had never seen such things. I was feeling shy as well as proud of my lovely son for purchasing so many lovely bras for his poor mom.
Then he asked the sales girl for panty section. She showed us a lot of varieties.
She asked, “Which size?” He asked her, “She is here why don’t you measure it yourself because I don’t know.”
The girl gave a very naughty smile at him and took me to a trial room, took my buttocks measurement which came to 40inch. I know I had a big ass.
She asked, “Is the man your son?”, I said, “Yes, why did you ask?”
She said, “He got a very good taste. He really wants to see his mom look very sexy. How will you show him how this fits?”
Saying this she pinched my tummy. An electric current went through my body as a result. I could not react to her act as I felt very shy and hid my face in my hands. Any other opportunity I would have slapped anyone who would have done such a thing to me. How dare she comment like that?
She again said, “Don’t be so shy madam. You are going to have a great time with your son. All the best, madam.”
I meekly thanked her as my cheeks were burning red due to her comments and action and all this was due to my own son. I wanted to kill him when we reached home. Then all the stuff was packed neatly. My son paid the bill and also tipped the salesgirl.
I was not talking to him for the entire episode. We came out of the shop. To smother my anger and anguish, he took me to the posh hotel for lunch.
He said, “Don’t feel bad mom. I want you to feel good, young, beautiful and sexy. I want you to fulfill all your secret desires which you could not pursue since you had to look after me after dad’s death. I know you suffered a lot due to dad’s death and in-laws indecent behavior. Now that your son earns a lot you tell me your desires and I will fulfill it. Can’t you make me happy for one moment by wearing those things?”
Hearing his soft words I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He cared for me so much and I was getting angry at him. I held his hands and blessed him. Even his eyes filled with tears. I thought it is my duty too to dress up and behave as per his desires if he felt so for me. I will be the model he has in his mind and there is nothing wrong in it. My heart felt for him.
We had a very good lunch again and we went on a spree again. At that time I was not feeling all that shy so we went to a very good cosmetics shop and purchased lots of cosmetics like lipsticks, nail polishes, body sprays, eye shadows, eyeliners foundations, creams, scents, blushers and a manual for how to use them also. The shop owner was a very expert beautician. She provided all our basic needs.
My son said something in her ear, for which she smiled very naughtily at him and gave him 2 packed stuff. She also gave the address of one of the very expensive beauty parlors. My son took me to that parlor. He gave the card which was given by the cosmetic shop owner. The receptionist forwarded the card to the parlor owner. She talked to the cosmetic shop owner over the phone, they discussed something and the owner took me inside.
She asked my son, “Sir, we are happy that you visited our parlor. Now I ask you to leave her with me and come back after 2 hours. Please give me those 2 packs which were given by the cosmetics shop owner to you.”
My son handed her the packets and left the parlor. I was feeling scared and worried. She took me in that big room after a few minutes and came back smiling naughtily at me.
It was an air conditioned hall, with a big bed in the center. She handed me a big towel and asked me, “Please wrap this towel around your body and remove your clothes,” I hesitated but she assured, “Don’t worry madam we are all females here. I want to do complete make over and for that I need to see what you got beneath. Help us to serve you better.”
I removed my saree and blouse. At that time I wore a very cheap white bra with no panty. She asked me to remove all the clothes, so I removed the bra and petticoat too. The first time I was posing naked before anyone (even lady) other than my husband and doctor.
I felt very shy and was trembling with fear I quickly wrapped the towel around me tying the knot at my breasts. The towel ended at my ass. My ass was visible whenever I bent forward. Many things were going on in my mind. There might be cameras in walls or ceilings. But the lady was really an expert. She knew how to handle females. She took me to a big table and asked me to lay on it. I followed what she told me. I lay on the table with my face down hiding my tummy. She applied a perfumed body lotion all over my body and started massaging my body. Oooooo……….wow what a massage my body never felt so comfortable with.
She started her hand movement from neck, then shoulders then spine and finally reaching ass. She removed the towel in one swift move. She applied more lotion on my ass cheeks. She slapped my ass cheeks playfully as it jiggled like a jelly cake. She giggled at her own deeds. Again she began massaging my ass. Her hands were creating magic on my back. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her deft touches.
She inserted her hands in the ass crack too. Her fingers were almost reaching my pussy crack but she did not touch the pussy hole. Her actions were making me wish for more. Wherever she kept her hands I would get goose pimples. She was an expert in teasing a woman. She would reach the pussy then when I wished her to insert her finger in my hole she would remove her hands. Remember I never had done such a thing with any woman. Ghosh, I was getting wet by a woman’s touch lifting my ass up to enable her to reach my pussy depths.
Then suddenly she moved to my legs. I cursed her for this. She massaged my back thighs and knees. Finished it in minutes and asked me to turn over. I turned facing the ceiling all nude and my boobs heaving up and won with my hard breathing. She sensed my hardened nipples and began pouring lotion on my breasts. She fondled boobs as we knead dough before making roti.
I was simply enjoying her moves as she applied a little more lotion on my boobs and started giving a circular massage. She carried on her movement on my breasts for nearly 15 minutes. She took extra care of my nipples. She was pressing my boobs and tweaking nipples and even massaging the base, giving me immense pleasure, for the first time after the death of my husband. Remember my body had forgotten how a hand felt when it touched my breasts and nipples.
She was bending forward to fondle my boobs. Her breasts were inches away from my face. I wished to lift my head and kiss and suck her breasts or at least touch it. Her hands were doing wonders to me. Her face told me that she was also enjoying fondling my boobs. Her subtle massage was giving a bit of wetness in my pussy as after so many years somebody touched my boobs. I could feel my pussy lips quivering and wet oozing.
Oooooohhhh god I was about to cum on the table, I began moaning responding to her hand movement. I was in heaven and ashamed of my awkward position too as I thought she would easily understand that I was about to orgasm before her eyes. Imagine I was laying on a table nude and a lady massaging me and I was reaching an orgasm.
But before I could cross the threshold she changed position much to my relief. (Such a tease)Then she came to my foot and massaged every finger and toe. Then she moved to my legs and thighs. Then sometimes slowly, sometimes she was rubbing my thighs and legs.
Slowly she reached my waiting pussy. She playfully touched the pussy lips. My wet pussy was quivering at her each touch. She stroked along the pussy lips for the first time. She made faces after seeing my hairy pussy.
I wished to ask her how she found my pussy but before I could say anything she commented, “Madam you don’t shave your pussy. So much hair. You need to remove it. It looks so clumsy. Today females like to keep their pussy shaved and so do their husbands. Don’t you know that?”
I replied in negative and she laughed it off and again concentrated on my pussy. Then slowly she reached my pussy area. She poured little extra oil on pussy and started rubbing pussy lips in slow circular motion. Her deft fingers were dancing on my pussy lips. It was too much for me.
She inserted her fingers in my pussy hole, I jumped up in excitement as if I was waiting for it. She kept on fondling my pussy lips and eventually found my clitoris. God ohhhh every inch of my pussy was responding when touched by those expert hands. I was really aroused after 2 decades so felt so horny. If she were a male I would have simply asked her to fuck me then and there. Such was my condition.
The lady also understood my condition and took a bit of extra time for my pussy, massaging it for eternity. Within a few minutes I felt as if I was about to climax. Seeing my facial expressions she planted her mouth on my cunt and began licking my cunt juices. My pulsating pussy lips were too much for her too. I bit my lower lip in excitement. She inserted her tongue in my pussy hole. I raised my buttocks in the air to meet her tongue.
I began moaning like never before. My husband had never kissed me on my pussy leave aside licking or sucking. He would just insert his tool, release and perish. The parlor owner was the ultimate woman for me at that time. She found my clit and began flipping her tongue around it. She sucked the clit along with my pussy lips. Her hands were parting my pussy lips wide for her tongue to access the deepest point in my pussy, a place never touched by any human hands or mouth.
I wanted more so I began telling her, “KEEP ON DOING THAT………….YOU HAVE GOT MAGIC IN YOUR MOUTH………..I AM SPREADING MY LEGS WIDEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR……………..KEEP PLAYING WITH MY CLITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY………….RUBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING MY CUNT…..CUNT…..CUNT……….YOU SLUT.”
She inserted her middle finger in my anus. Within minutes I reached climax. I saw stars dancing before my eyes as I finally climaxed. I clasped my thigh with force trapping her face inside my thighs. I cummed in earth shattering waves after waves. It was my first orgasm after two decades or so. I clinched her hair very tight. I lay there catching my breath and smiling eyes closed.
Seeing this, the lady smiled naughtily and asked, “How are you feeling madam? Did you enjoy? Now we need to shave your jungle. Please sit on the chair with legs spread apart.”
I was still nude without a single stitch of cloth on me but till now I was used to my nudity. She asked me to sit on a chair and spread my thighs widely. I did so and she applied some shaving foam on my pussy hair. Then she started brushing which gave out a lot of lather. Her brush started making me excited again. Then she saw my closed eyes and understood my predicament. So she took out a razor and started to shave my pussy hair.
She did not remove all hair but left a little patch which looked like a brush on my pussy and trimmed it leaving a thin strand of hair line just above my pussy lips. I never imagined that I was going to get my pussy hair shaved as before that I had never shaved it. I stroked the pussy area and found it very smooth.
She brought a hand mirror to show me my pussy which was shaved for the first time. My god it looked so beautiful. I never thought that pussy also needs shaving and trimming. I ignored her naughty looks and kept my attention to my newly shaved pussy. I saw my shaved pussy in the mirror, it looked really nice.
Let me describe my pussy for you. I am a very fair lady with glowing skin even at this age. My pussy lips are pinkish in color with a small crack like opening between the two rose petals like pussy lips. Inside there is a rosy colored clitoris which looks like a crown in my pussy.
She gathered the pussy hairs in a plastic packet and handed it over to me, saying, “Mam, this is your virgin pussy hair shaved for the first time. Please keep it with you as your son had asked for it. He had instructed us to give you the same.”
I was surprised to hear that but I did not react. I wondered why my son would ask for my pussy hairs, did he know that they would shave my pussy or he had asked them to shave my pussy. These questions needed to be answered at the earliest. I dare not ask them.
She herself quenched my curiosity, “Your son wanted you to look like a real modern lady having all the modern needs. So he wanted us to clean your body, armpits and pussy. And hand over the hairs to him as a gift. They say that carrying a mother’s virgin pussy hairs brings good luck to men.”
I was surprised to know that. I think what she said was her own interpretation.
She said, “No, a few more things are to be done before your son arrives to take you home. We have a surprise package for him.”
Her assistants brought towels for me. She dried me and gave me a new set of bra and panties which my son had purchased early that day. They helped me to wear both because the panty was a laced one and both were pink in color, I was using such fancy lingerie for the first time in my life.
I wore the panty………… oh I felt like a princess. I thanked my lovely son a hundred times in my mind for this. Then I stood before the mirror and looked at my body. I myself could not believe what I saw in the mirror.
I got such a sexy body with 38 size boobs, 34 size waist, no fatty stomach, no folds in my tummy, no thunder thighs with sexy long legs.
The woman watched me admiring my beauty and said, “Madam please wear this robe.”
I put on a robe and they took me to the makeup table. I was seated on it. Again the lady came and she did my eyebrows, gave them a very sexy shape, applied foundation on face, eyeliner and mascara on eyes, blush on cheek, lipstick lip gloss lip liner on my pouting lips. I was using all these for the first time. I was admiring my beauty in the vanity mirror.
Suddenly she told me to remove my bra panty again. I did so and she got between my legs and applied some cream on my boobs. Then I started to rub it hard. Wowwwwwow suddenly my boobs really felt stiff and nipples got erect like a pole. Before I could ask anything, she applied another cream on my pussy and started rubbing it for a minute. My pussy felt so tight.
I asked, “What are those things?”
“They were very costly cream which is imported,” she said smiling very naughtily, “Your son bought these for his sexy mom. It makes your boobs hard and nipples erect and when applied to pussy it makes it tight and smooth.”
Now I also smiled hearing her comments about my son. I very naughtily wore my bra panty back. Again she sprayed a body spray and did a little hair cut expertly. She curled a little on either side of my face. Again I sprayed some hair cream on my hair and tied a very sexy bun. Let me tell you that I got very good hair, even at this age there is no gray strand in it. My hair comes up to my ass and makes a very thick choti.
Finishing all the makeup she gave call to my son to ask whether he brought the blouses from the store or not.
My son replied, “Yes mam, I will be there in a minute.”
Within no time he came to the parlor and sent the blouses along with sarees inside for her to select. She selected a pink saree which was of very thin material and also thin petticoat and sleeve less, low neck and back less blouse. She herself dressed me. She tied the saree knot 3 inches below my navel, and spread some glittering thing on my navel. I wore that sexy backless blouse.
Ooh god it revealed the entire back of mine. I looked so sexy that even my eyes did not believe what a transformation it was, from an ordinary mature very simple lady to a gorgeous sexy horny lady.
I sat on a chair and applied matching pink nail polish 2 coats on both toe nails and finger nails which increased my sex appeal. Oohhhh god it looked so sexy. She sprayed very pleasant and nice smelling perfume below my shaved arm pits, on my bare back and boobs in front.
She asked me to come out. I felt a bit nervous because I was going to face my son after the makeover. The lady held my hand and took me to my son who was in the guest room. I didn’t have the courage to look at him. I did not feel such shyness even on my marriage day.
My son was so surprised that he almost shouted, “Mom, you look really sexy, wow you are really gorgeous. I never imagined you were such a sexy mom.”
The first time he called me sexy. A son was calling his mom sexy………….Ooh God help me face this situation……. I dared not look into his eyes and kept gazing at the floor. After hearing his exclaimed husky voice my shyness increased further. I began trembling in embarrassment.
He came near me, I raised my eyes and looked into his eyes, “Don’t be shy mom, I am your son not outside the common mom. Say something mom, speak.” My son tried to boost my morale.
I tried to say something but my voice choked in my throat, only tears welled up in my eyes seeing my wonderful son.
The lady said, “Your mom is really a beautiful lady and you are the lucky son to have such beauty as your mother.”
“Yes, indeed mam, I am really very lucky.” he thanked her and paid the bill along with extra tips.
The lady felt very happy and asked us to visit again. My son held my hands firmly and brought me out. We sat in the taxi which was with us this morning. The driver stopped blinking his eye and dropped his jaw because he had seen me in the morning and was seeing me now. He was surprised by the difference in me.
Without hesitation he said, “Mem saab aap bahut khoobsurat deekh rahi hai.”
I thanked him and I asked my son, “Tell me, do I look so beautiful?” he said, “You are looking like a real sex goddess, no heroine can match my mother’s beauty,” saying this he flattered me a lot and my shyness had vanished a little.
The first time my son put his hand around my neck and pulled me towards him. Our thighs pressed each other, my left side boob almost crushed under his manly chest. I felt as if a high voltage current passed through me. I was shivering, my son dragged me a little closer but I tried to keep a distance from him, but with no success.
He took me to a jewelers shop, bought me one gold necklace with pendant, 2 gold chains, diamond ear rings, very beautiful nose ring and silver anklet with small bells which makes ghal ghal sound while walking. He also bought 6 rings studded with diamond 3 for each hand. Then he asked the shop owner to show toe rings.
I told him, “Stop, don’t buy it. I am a widow, I can’t wear it.”
He smiled mischievously at me and selected 2 sets of toe rings which married women wear. He also purchased something which was packed. Then we came out.
“What else do you want to purchase Jay,” I asked.
He took me to a very expensive footwear shop and bought so many chappels. He told me to wear one high heeled sandal which I did. My feet looked so sexy with nail polish and beautiful anklets.
He took out the toe rings from his pocket, “Mom please wear it for your son……….. Please maa.”
He was almost begging which I could not refuse so I wore it. Wow it really increased the beauty of my feet. We came out of the shop and went to a restaurant as it was almost night and I was tired. In the restaurant everybody gave lusty looks at me. Firstly I got irritated but I adjusted.
We mom son seated like a newlywed couple and we also behaved like one. Whenever Jay was cutting jokes I laughed full heartedly making others turn their attention to us. I was enjoying the attention the crowd was providing us.
When we finished the dinner my son asked the driver to drop us in a nearby resort, “What is this Jay beta? We have a home. Let us go there not anywhere else.”
Jay replied, “No mom today I want to discuss something very important with you, that is why I am taking you out.”
“Whatever you want to discuss you can do it in our home bet.” I tried to convince him but he was in no mood to listen, “No, mom please listen, it is important. I want to discuss it very peacefully in that small dungeon I can’t.”
I thought he wanted to tell me something very important and also didn’t want to make him upset, so I agreed.
“Oohhh……….. Thank you, mom you are so kind to me, you are my lovely sexy mom.” I smiled at him for his comment.
He got happy and that was what I wanted him to be. That day he had made me feel so happy so I wanted to make him happy in return. He purchased a suitcase filled with our purchases. The driver took us to the resort.
My son said, “I had purchased a lot of jasmine flowers in kanakambhara.”
I asked, “For whom you are taking the flowers, Jay beta as no temple will be open at this late hour.”
He replied, “No mom, this is for my goddess who is always with me.”
I didn’t understand what he said so I laughed. Suddenly I thought my son had fallen in love with some girl and wanted me to meet her so he had spent so much on me to make me happy. Little did he know that even without such gifts, I would have readily agreed to any girl for him to marry. After all, I was his mother.
To his know what was inside his mind I asked, “Who is that goddess show me bête.”
He said,”Definitely I will show you mom, but at the resort. Wait for the suspense.”
We arrived at the resort and we got down from the taxi. My son pulled me closer holding my waist as we entered the reception which was manned by a model like receptionist. Jay told her that the honeymoon suit was booked in the name of Mr. & Mrs. Jaydeep. I was shocked to hear what he told her. I almost fell aback. Since Jaydeep held my waist, I did not fall. I tried to speak but my son placed his finger on his lips and signaled me not to say anything. I almost went into trance.
“Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Jaydeep to our resort for your Honey moon suit,” Saying this receptionist handed the room keys and welcomed us.
I got really angry with her, how dare she call me Mrs. Jaydeep. I tried to open my mouth but my son again signaled me not to talk. She called the bell boy and asked him to take our luggage and she led us to a honeymoon suit. Finally we reached there. The suit was in the corner of the top floor of the building.
A fine rose wood carved big door stood right in front of us. She opened it. My mouth opened wide……………Ooohhh it was a huge hall. It had everything in it what a big posh flat would have ……………a big sofa set……… dining table, cupboard………. sit out on the balcony and most importantly a big rosewood cot with a very luxurious bed.
A few sexy paintings adorned the wall of the bedroom and to my surprise the entire bedroom was decorated with flowers (jasmine, rose and many more flowers). In the middle of the bed there was a love marking along with the wordings “Happy married life… Mr. and Mrs. Jaydeep” And on the corner of the bed many sweets, fruits and dry fruits were placed in silver plates. The room was filled with a beautiful smelling incense stick.