Jyothi: no, be just above that.
Prasad: ok… measurement over.
My mother bent to pick pants, her ass shape was so hot that anybody would love to touch and kiss it. The wet spot on her panties has spread and become large, I thought she had sweated too much. She took chudidar and sat on the bench next to me and wore it. Her Aroma was taking me to paradise with scent of femininity. Throughout the entire experience, both my mother and I acted as though everything was ordinary
Prasad: ok… Jyothi… I will make sure you look beautiful in entire function and smiled…
My mother blushed and smiled, then the man at the table offered me sweets from the drawer.
Prasad: Gautham boy, study well and be a good boy.
After paying ₹1000 as advance, we left the shop. On our way home, I noticed my mother’s smile and blush as she held my hand firmly. When arrived, my father had already brought dinner from restaurant. Seeing her joy, my father inquired if she was pleased with her dress, but I understood the true cause of her happiness.
We slept. There was Pooja tomorrow in her sister’s home. I got up and had to take bath. In two bathrooms, one my father had just gone and in other my mother was about to come. My elder brother was at my aunty’s house. I heard the bathroom door open and saw my mother come already in chudidar. She urged me to hurry. I locked the door and went to put removed dress in laundry bucket. That’s where I saw her yesterday’s clothes. Found cream-white colour bra and light brown colour panties. I was on cloud nine sniffing her inner wears touching my dick with them. I remembered the wet spot she had yesterday. Her panties had some stains where the wet spot was there and kept that area in my mouth, chewing and tasting the salty thing, thinking it was her sweat, but only now I know, it was her pussy juices and cum she leaking, tells that she was aroused and horny that day. I wore them and was thinking about her.
Then after a day, we went to tailor, he gave only one blouse for the morning marriage and told he would give designer blouse for night reception by evening.
Next morning she was beautiful wearing stitched blouse. We went to marriage. As close relatives, we participated in the Pooja. After lunch, my mother chatted for almost 3:30pm. My father and brother had brought their dresses to the function hall so that they could get ready quickly and be there. But my mother’s blouse was still with tailor. We took an autorickshaw to fetch it, and she called the tailor on the way.
Jyothi: Hello, Prasad, is the blouse ready, I’m on the way to that shop?
She was listening to what he was saying and said
Jyothi: Prasad, I will go home and get Gautham ready and get myself fresh, can you please bring me there?
Hearing that, I was puzzled about the situation. Then she ended the call, thanking him.
Gautham: Amma, aren’t we going to tailor shop?
Jyothi: Gautham, the tailor uncle said he was finishing the dress. So, why waste time there? I asked him to deliver it to our home while we get ready.
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