Usha walked gingerly down the small trail in the woods of Kodaikanal, looking for the brook. She could hear one down below. She dodged low branches of the lush trees that lined the narrow trail, making her way down to the water for a refreshing bath. She was wearing a knee-length robe over her underwear, and carried a small plastic bag containing her fresh clothes.
She had come to this heavily wooded campsite with her 19-year old son Ashok. It had been their annual ritual during Ashok's spring break for the past five years since her husband suddenly died of heart attack while on a business trip overseas. At the young age of 40, Usha found herself widowed, with a teenage son to rise. Her older daughter Latha had gone away to college, and Usha was left to take care of the household by herself. After the initial shock had worn off, Ashok had told his mother that he would take care of her, and true to his word, he had been an exemplary son, helping out in all the chores, and taking on many of the routine jobs which his father used to do. Usha had become very fond of her son, and adored him tremendously. She depended on him, and he on her, and they had developed a very strong bond of love between them.
Usha kept thinking of how the five years had gone by, as she got closer to the water. She could see glimpses of the shimmering surface through the dense foliage, but she was still a few hundred feet above the water. As she turned to her right past a rather large tree, she suddenly came upon a clearing through which she could see the gently flowing stream of water. She stood there, watching the beautiful sight, looking at the reflection of the clouds above, and the thick forest along the bank of the brook. She was about to move on, when she caught a glimpse of a man in the water, as he stepped out and reached for the towel. At first she did not recognized him, but in a moment realized that it was her son, Ashok.
Usha watched as he scrubbed himself clean. Her eyes grew in disbelief as he vigorously scrubbed his groin, massaging the whole area as he dried himself. She could not believe the size of his cock as it grew due to the friction of the towel. In a few moments it was stiff, pointing at his belly. She suddenly felt guilty watching her own son like that, and moved on, making her way down to the water. She knew he had not seen her, because she was well hidden by the foliage. Besides, he had been too busy finishing up to realize that she was standing above him.
Ashok looked up as she came down the trail, and smiled.
"Good morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?" He picked up his towel and moved toward her.
Usha simply nodded, looking at her young son's slim body. He had put on his shorts and tee shirt, and was scrubbing his hair. Ashok gave her a hug, and kissed her on the cheek. Usha kissed him on his head, and turned to look for a place to put down her bag.
"How's the water, Ashok?"
"Oh, it's great. Very refreshing. I know you will like it. But to really enjoy it, you have to go skinny dipping."
"Not when you are around, Ashok," Usha replied.
"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I am heading back to the cabin. But I suggest you do go skinny dipping."
"I'll see."
"Okay. I'll see you later. Don't be too long. We have to be at the Dining Hall by 8. You have 30 minutes to get back to the cabin."
"Okay. Now go."
Ashok laughed, as he watched his mother fidgeting and blushing at the thought of going nude in the water. He turned and started walking back up the trail.
"You know, Mom. You shouldn't worry about skinny dipping. You are quite good looking," he said, as he waved at her, and disappeared in the foliage.