This story is sequel to the Tamil Incest story found in my home page.
Read the part one of the story to understand the scenario. The summary of the previous part is that Vijay Kumar fucked his stepmother, and stepsister and went
to Madras and became a rich man and Nadigar there. Sripriya, Vijaya Kumar's stepsister stayed in Ban-galore, but without coming to any lime light and
with all her hard work and with the help of her studies, flourished in business and became millionaire women there. Sripriya gave birth to a beautiful boy child.
The father of the child: - None other than our Vijay Kumar. Sripiya named her son, Arun Kumar.
Arun Kumar grew up as a smart and handsome guy. But in spite of the situation he grew up, he had an ill feeling that his mother didn't publicize his father's name, not only to him but also even to the society. Sripriya kept Arun's father's name secret, but had a feeling of revenge deep inside her. So there is this guy, Arun, grown up as an illegitimate child into a handsome young man. Arun spent half his free time in the gym or in the swimming pool. All his hard work showed up.
At the same time, he noticed his mother was beautiful and sexy. He felt she is no ordinary woman. Apart from being beautiful she has managed to become a powerful women in the society. She looked damn sexy. She had sexy eyes, dark wavy hair that extended till her shoulders and a very curvaceous body. Most of the time she wore dresses that are sexy. She always wore sleeveless blouses and transparent saris. There is always lot of space at the back of her blouse. Her fair skin, which is always shiny with lotions, glittered like polished Japanese granite. She had a rose complexion. Even in the front of her blouse there is ample space for an enormous cleavage show. Her sari would stick to her body and she mostly wore body-fitting clothes. That would even at home and at nights, she wore transparent nightdresses and bathrobes that are glamorous.
Not that, just she dresses sexy but she looked very much young for her age and had a nice body. She had a perfect pair of boobs. They never seem to sag a bit, not even without any bras to hold. They looked even bigger because of the narrow waist she had. But the best part of her body is her butts. She had the sexiest shapely butts that any women would be jealous about. Apart from her juicy body, she had a striking personality. She did things in a damn sexy manner. The way she walks, made her beautiful boobs and butts shake in a wonderful manner.
All these things, made Arun, develop a crush on his own mother. He always wanted to hang around her and started ogling her whenever she is around. He tried to do things to impress her and he would always try to flatter her with his seductive speeches. But most of the time she would cut short his flirting speeches and move away. But, at time, he felt, she herself would dress sexily and would exhibit herself when she is around the house and would start a dialogue about her body beauty. Arun was confused. He couldn't find what's in his mothers mind.
He wanted to see more of her but he hadn't got a chance. He waited for such a chance. One day it happened. One fine Sunday day she came to his room in the afternoon, while he was reading a book and checked him out. He told her that he was done with the reading and that he was just going to watch some television in the den. He asked her whether she could join him to watch some movie. She said-
"Ok but let me take her bath first."
Then she went into her room and he heard the door to the bathroom click shut.
He held his breath for a moment so that he might hear better.To ensure that his mother was in the bathroom before he ventured forth into her bedroom. Satisfied that she was, in fact, in the bathroom he advanced carefully into her bedroom. Scattered on the bed were her clothes, including her panties and bra. That she was now nude behind the door he had no doubt and his manhood reacted with youthful vigor. He picked up her bra and panties to inspect them. They were lacy white and offered forth the aroma of a woman. It slightly dazed him when he realized that he was sniffing his own mother's underwear that she had just removed...He was that close to her...His pulse raced and his rod pulsated.
He approached the door carefully and in exactly the manner he had rehearsed in his mind. He had removed his shoes so that he would make no noise as he crossed the dark emerald carpet. He cautiously bent down and peered through the keyhole, which he knew was in a direct line from the tub.
He has to admit that he half expected the view to be blocked by his mother having draped a towel over the doorknob. But as he got closer to the keyhole he could see light through it and realized that there was no towel to obstruct his view.
He held his breath so as to not utter a sound. It seemed to him that his mother must be able to hear his heart as it pounded wildly and loudly in his chest. He carefully and discreetly peered through the keyhole and what he saw literally took his breath away. He supposes he wasn't ready for the impact of seeing any woman, little less his mother, fully nude to his gaze. He remember it completely and fondly...and he remember its force. There was his mother standing completely nude for his eyes to see...slowly brushing her long auburn hair. His eyes went immediately to the dark triangle between her legs...she had a more lavish growth of hair between her legs than anything He had ever seen or imagined. If He thought that she was beautiful, the thickness and beauty of her pubic hair was her crowning jewel. It spread across her lower stomach and formed an almost perfect triangle except that it was slightly bowed at its top.
With difficulty his eyes moved upwards from that beautiful bush and gazed on her stomach, flat and taught. He could see her that her breasts were ample but not overly large. They were shaped like two halves of a watermelon but more beautiful than any melon he had ever seen. Her nipples were a shade of crimson pink and about the size of a quarter.
As he was watching, she put her brush down and slowly gazed at herself in the mirror while she ran her hands over her breast. Her right hand slowly massaged her left breast and fondled that lovely nipple. Her eyes closed and she sighed.
She slowly turned and walked toward the tub and upon reaching it slowly bent over to test the water with her hand. For the second time during this momentous experience his breath was taken from him...He could see that the luxuriant growth of auburn hair continued in its abundant fashion between her legs and all the way around her crack.
His throbbing rod could take no more and begged to be released from the confines of his pants. But he dared not because he knew what would happen if it were rescued from its confinement...he would have a puddle on the floor and a mess on the door...and that he couldn't risk.
