Coming to seeing her fully naked incident.
I had a half-day from college. But I returned home early that day. That day, my mother was busy cleaning the house for the upcoming festival. She was running late for her bath. Finally, she completed her work and went to take her bath. Usually, she takes her bath in the common bathroom in our house. After a few minutes, I felt the urge to use the washroom. So, I quickly went to the attached bathroom in my parents’ room. After some time…my mother opened the door slightly and started to call me…
Jyoti: Gautham…Gautham…(calling me from her door gap)
Me: Yes Amma,…
Jyoti: Shampoo in this bathroom got over, bring the shampoo bottle from the other bathroom.
Me: Amma, I am in that bathroom only, using the washroom.
Jyoti: Ok dear, after that bring me the shampoo bottle.
Me: Ok Amma.
Just after a minute…she called me again and asked…
Jyoti: Gautham, keep the shampoo bottle at your door now only. I will take it.
As I got up from the toilet and held the bottle, I noticed that the brand was different from what we usually buy. I simply stared at it, examining the price, ingredients, and product description. Suddenly, I remembered to keep the bottle at my door . So, holding both the shampoo bottle and my shirt in my hands, I opened the door, bent over to place the bottle down outside my own bathroom door like my mother instructed. But then I thought, why should she come here? Let me put it at her bathroom door instead. However, as I was a bit late by keeping it outside at my door, my mom came out of the bathroom, assuming that I had already kept the bottle at my own door. But it was just now I opened the door and was about to go towards her bathroom door.
As I opened the door and went towards her bathroom, still half-naked my eyes were met with an unexpected sight of my fully-naked mother standing there in front of me, her body glistening with water droplets as if freshly bathed. There she was, every curve and crevice exposed to my eyes and I couldn’t help but stare. As I looked at her, I realised that, just like me, even she too had some pubic hair, which was thick and lush hinting at the secrets hidden beneath it. But the most striking feature of all was the Thali (Mangalsutra) on her chest signifying her marital status and commitment to our family, silver anklets jingled softly as she moved, while toe rings added an extra touch of elegance, and a sacred thread around her waist. These traditional things made her an even more sensual appeal. She was a mature woman, while I was still a young man in the process of discovering my sexuality. Yet there we were completely exposed to each other’s gaze. I found myself feeling an intense mix of desire and guilt. But in that moment, all I could focus on was the woman who had brought me into this world, now fully revealed nude before my eyes.
It was then that I realised that I too was semi-naked. As we stared at each other, she seemed to take in every detail of my appearance. From the hair around my dick. At that time it was not erected or hard. It was normal. Suddenly, I dropped the shampoo bottle and turned away from her. She would have seen my ass too in that position. I went into the bathroom, unable to believe what was happening. It felt like a scene straight out of a forbidden fantasy. Seeing my mother fully naked infront of me with a close view. My gaze lingered on her form, taking in every detail of her breasts, her hips, and yes, even the familiar mole on her right breast which I saw in the Tailors shop.
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