Dipa's husband could not make it so she and her son Badal went to attend her niece's wedding. They arrived 2 days before the wedding and had plan to stay for 3 days.
Her sister and her brother in-law did not spare any money for their only daughter's wedding. It seemed like they invited all their relatives from both sides of the family . They had a big three storied house, with only one small room in the third floor. Whenever Badal visited his aunt, he used to get this room on the third floor. He liked it because it was quiet and private.
No house was big enough for all the invitees. Distant relatives were accommodated in couple of rented houses. There was still accommodation problem remained for the close relatives. Dipa's sister requested her if she would share the same room this time with Badal and her reply was 'no problem' much to her son's dismay. It would force him to stop his nightly jack off sessions. It would be only for three nights he tried to comfort himself.
After a long and tiring day when they finally retired to their room, they realized the obvious problem. There was only one bed in the room. It was not that unusual to share a bed between a mother and a grown up son for few nights under the circumstances. Nobody gave it a second thought except for Badal.
"Ma, I will sleep on the floor, you take the bed." He told his mother trying to get out of the sticky situation.
"Oh my, how things change so quickly." She mocked, "I thought you always loved to sleep with your old mother."
She was not old by any stress of imagination, Badal thought to himself, but she was right about the sleeping part. Up until two years ago, he would come crawling into her bed to sleep next to her any opportunity he used to get. But since he learnt and started masturbating, he consciously put a distant between him and his beautiful mother as far as sharing the same bed. Now at 18 years of age he was jacking off 2 to 3 times day. He usually got instant hard on the moment he hit the sack at night and woke up with another one. He was afraid if his horny condition might create a problem. He had very good reasons for his worries too. One of his masturbation fantasy women was his own mother.
At 38 years she was still a gorgeous and a desirable woman. He knew it because he was spying on her at any opportunity he used to get. That was not a easy thing to do with so many people around him in their house. But his efforts used to pay off more times than he ever expected, in frequent glimpses of her naked body. She had large breasts and they stood proudly on her chest without a slightest sag. Her ass was the sexiest one he had ever seen. It was tight and very rounded. He, however, never could get to see her naked pussy because it was hidden behind her thick pubic hair. Oh yes, she had a very cute face and a very friendly personality too. Not that he was dreaming of fucking his mother, she was only member of opposite sex available to fulfill his adolescent fantasy. He was passing through the most horny phase of his life.
What Badal did not know about his mother was that she was a very very horny woman herself. Her husband, in his late forties, his sex drive had been on the decline. She knew her son Badal had been spying on her. Instead of becoming mad she found it to be very erotic. She allowed him to fuel his adolescent fantasies and exposed herself in many occasions while he was watching acting like she was not aware of it. She knew it was wrong and out of the norm. She was sure he was masturbating thinking of her. She found that thought to be very erotic as well as stimulating. Sensation of being watched and her own show off acted like aphrodisiac to her own frequent masturbation. Her inserted fingers often became a young hot cock in her pussy. As long as she could keep everything under control, she had no problem with her son's spying. That was her logic to the forbidden game she was playing.
"I was only thinking about your comfort." He replied trying not to look at her.
"How sweet of you." She said with a smile, "We will make it just fine. It's only for 3 nights."
Back her own home she could never be intimately alone with her son as there were her in-laws and maids around. Being alone with her son this way made her very frisky and very naughty. I would tease him a little, she thought without going very far. What harm could happen with some flirting? They had been doing that almost a year now.
She went to bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out Badal's jaw dropped. She was just wearing a petticoat and a small tight blouse without a bra. Her ample breasts were all but visible through the thin material of her blouse. Her nipples stood up like tips of two bullets. Her slightly rounded stomach and her deep belly button was totally exposed. Her daring display did not bother her a bit. He had seen more of me already she thought.
Once they were on bed side by side next to each other, Badal realized he had not been so close to his mother alone like this since he had begun masturbating. He thought he should have worn a underwear beneath his shorts. He was afraid to look at her directly fearing he might get a hard on by seeing her naked flesh, specially her almost exposed boobs.
"How quickly time passes. Pretty soon, we have to arrange your marriage." His mother said once she was settled comfortably on the small bed, "Unless of course if you have a girl friend." She paused for his answer. When she failed to get an answer from him, she asked directly this time, "Do you have a girl friend?"
"No Ma, I don't have a girl friend." He replied.
"That explains everything then." At first he failed to understand the meaning of her words.
"Explain what?" So he asked and got the biggest surprise of his life.
"That is the reason you have been spying on me." She replied.
He was caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Please god, he prayed take me away from here.
"What spying? I don't know what are you talking about." His lame protest was a very feeble one at best.
"I know you young boys like to look at any naked body, be that of mother or sister or anybody, and love to masturbate." His face blushed in the dark. He had never heard her talking so graphic about sex before.
"So you are saying you don't spy on me? Hmmm, I am wrong then. If you can prove that I am wrong, I would jack you off myself." Saying that she turned around with her back towards him. He could not believe what he just heard.
She threw him into a quandary. His mind began to swim in a whirlpool of questions. Did he really hear her right? Did she really say the word jack off? How could he prove she was wrong? If he admitted he was spying on her, she would be right then, and no jack off. He laid there motionless and bewildered, looking at the dark ceiling without knowing what to do or what to say.
"Good night and happy dreams." She said after a while.
He became even more miserable. Was she going to sleep now? He needed to find out what she meant exactly. Probably she was joking about jacking him off, but wanted to know for sure. He became desperate.
"Ma, you are wrong." He replied, "I do not spy on you."
"Oh, really!" She turned around towards him. Her breasts jiggled straining to get free from the tight and flimsy containment, "Can you prove it?"
"Yes, I can." His mind was racing fast. He needed a convincing answer and fast. He was in a turmoil. Just when he was about to give up, it hit him. He suddenly got the answer.
"I have never spied on you. You knew about it, that means you allowed me to watch you." He triumphantly declared, "So, you see it is not spying and that proves you are wrong."
"Good answer." She smiled at him, "You are smarter than I thought.".
"Are you going to.....you know, if you were wrong." He mumbled badly reminding her.
