My father parted from her and planted his lustful lips on her mouth for a final kiss. My father finished his sexual act with her. I took a few steps back with caution, aware that he was done. He headed toward the bathroom, switching on the lights that cast an unforgiving glare on her lustful form. Coated in a layer of sweat, her body was exposed to see her every curve, every crevice, every drop of moisture shining like pearls under the light. Her legs were spread wide open, revealing a hairy vagina that was wet and drenched by her own orgasm juices and my father’s cum, between her legs. I couldn’t help but fixate on it. Bending forward to get a better look at her face, I noticed she had a small smile with shy blush, her cheeks in rosy shade. She kept her hands raised above her head, holding onto the pillow while taking deep, seductive breaths. Her body trembles slightly with residual excitement, while her heart beat continues to pound in rhythm with the memories of her lovemaking. Her eyes were closed, lost in the euphoria of sexual release. I could see her armpits, with softly wrinkled skin which was slightly dark and with hair. This momentarily allowed me to observe her breasts, which were erect and firm despite her age, with stiff nipples standing proudly against the light. My mother was basking afterglow of sexual satisfaction from love making from my father.
I couldn’t help but notice the traditional things of her identity, even as she lay before me naked and vulnerable. Her Thali(Mangalsutra) glimmered in between her breasts, making traditionally sexy. The sacred thread draped around her waist, silver anklets adorned her delicate feet, each toe ring a testament to her conservative traditional customs and beliefs. I was looking at her lying in bed with legs spread, my heart swells with lust and affection for the woman who gave me birth.
My father emerged from the bathroom, and I knew my mother would get up then. I retreated a few steps so that I wouldn’t be discovered. Now I couldn’t look anymore, all I could see was straight ahead. At that moment, I saw her beautiful legs she kept on the floor while sitting in bed. She stood up. Holy shit. After a long time since the tailor shop, now I was seeing my mother completely naked for the first time. My father said something I couldn’t hear. She giggled. My father came over and hugged her tightly. They both felt and groped each other, their bodies pressed closely together. He slowly put his hands on her ass and asked for another round. She shyly resisted, pushing him back. He, still holding her butt, sat down on the bed. She tried to cover her private parts but couldn’t quite hide them with that conservative modesty she had even when naked
Father: Jyoti…what is there to hide from me after all these years….
Jyoti: I feel shy when you see me with lust.
That day I understood that whoever sees my mother with lust, then she would get aroused and horny. She picked her dress and inner wear.
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