Uma the Liberated Woman Pt. 01

A crack of thunder had awoken me as I slept in the cozy warmth of my king sized bed. I tried gathering my senses while the rest of me fought to remain in the warm confines of my bed. My consciousness came drifting back in a haze of memories from the previous evening. As I lay there in that fashion I realized the gentle pressure of a hand over my breast and strained my tired eyes to inspect it. It was Manu my son who had just arrived a day before. Manu had come home on vacation from his university abroad. He was nineteen then, handsome and strong yet gentle in every manner. It was a large bed even for the two of us but he had crept up to my side some where along the night and unconsciously slipped his hand around me.

My husband was gone for a month long business trip and I was thankful it coincided with the time that Manu would be home on vacation. I remembered then that it was me who had asked for him to sleep with me that night for I hadn't the slightest intentions to sleep all alone on such a fearful night. It was almost day break and I could hear the birds and tell tale signs of a foggy morning. I still lay in bed making up my mind to leave that warm and cozy place. The rain was clearing to a drizzle as I made that finally effort to get off the bed , I gently removed his hand from over my breast and lay it beside him. I sat up in bed and checked on my sari which was almost undone. The red bindi (a red marker that symbolizes marriage) on my fore head had almost disappeared and my long hair that I had tied in a bun had come loose.

Standing up I un-tucked the rest of my sari from my petticoat letting my bangles chime to a disorderly tune as I did so. I gazed at the full length of my reflection in the mirror. I was almost forty now. My face had hardly changed since my teenage years though my body had blossomed to rather fruitful proportions.

My morning bath was a ritual I had been so accustomed to ever since I was a little girl. The urge to disrobe was so instinctively that I took no notice of my sons presence in the room. I began to unhook the flimsy cotton blouse that confined my breasts. The hooks came off revealing more and more of my cleavage. I had never worn a bra at home, since the time Manu had left to university. I never found the need to I guess as there was only the maid who came by once a day and my husband loved the easy access he had to them. And oh yes and there was always the occasional call of a postman or street vendor. But I was so comfortable with my body that I never minded a peering eye here or there.

I was lost in thought as my blouse came free revealing the fleshy globules that symbolized femininity and my dark nipples stood erect in the chilly morning air. I had managed to maintain a slender waist over the years but like most women of the sub continent they flared into wide juicy hips and rather fleshy thighs. I wasn't fat or anything of that sort but had filled out in a rather pleasant manner. The constant gaze of men and women a like was assurance enough that my shapely form was very much desirable. But it was my skin that won me the most compliments and sure enough I took great care and pride in maintaining it that way. Well I was fair skinned alright, but the thing that impressed most was how even after all these years it hadn't been marred by scars or blemishes.

I have dark brown eyes that are well complimented by my high arched eyebrows and I wear a nose ring on my cute nose. I wasn't a babe or anything but certainly attractive enough to get a second glance. I tied my long flowing hair into a bun as I heard Manu wrestle with the blanket. I quickly glanced over at him in my topless glory and he was still fast asleep. My hands found the knot that secured my petticoat and undid them dropping my petticoat to the floor. I bent down picked it up folded it with the rest of my clothes and put them in the laundry basket. I was naked now as I never wore panties at home either and like all women stood there and inspected my butt and tummy in the full length mirror. I let my hands caress my tummy occasionally brushing the top of my pubic hair. I know most women shaved these days but I hated that prickly after growth. More over it gave me a sense of refuge for my womanhood whenever I was naked. I stood and stared at myself for a minute or so before heading for the attached bath.

I hardly cared about Manu being there in my state of undress, may be it was my apathy that had become more profound with age.

I let the water run in the tub as I prepared for my bath humming a light tune and tidying up the counter top when I heard Manu yelling for me.

"What is it?"

"I need to pee real bad Mom," he almost pleaded.

I hesitated then grabbed the towel holding it up to cover my front and called for him to come in. I was slightly amazed at my impulsive action I must say.

I never shut the door while bathing never felt the need too I guess but still Manu knocked as he entered. He had an old t-shirt and boxers which did little to hide that early morning erection of his. His eyes widened as he considered my semi nudity but I pretend not to notice and went about doing my work.

"Morning ma" he said with a smile pulling down his boxers over the toilet.

"You look beautiful like that," he managed to blurt.

"Okay hurry up the water is getting cold," I said blushing slightly.

He stood there for a while and I could hear him swearing softly. He had a massive hard on that was preventing him from peeing. His boxers had slipped down to reveal his muscular butt and I stared quite shamelessly.

"What are you waiting for young man," I asked naughtily.

"Cat got your peepee?" I said giggling.

"Eh....no Ma," he half choked.

"Is someone stiff down there," I asked again teasingly.

He was taken a back at my recognition of his rather pitiful condition.

"Mom!" he yelled in embarrassment.

"Okay sweetie you take care of that, I can't wait any longer," I said.

"Mom what does that mean?" he said trying to look over his shoulder. Surprised at the nonchalant remark I had just made.

"Well take care of it young man, I'm sure all men your age do it," I reiterated.

"Eh you mean like now, like here?" "Sure why not!" I giggled at his youthful enthusiasm.

Surely I never imagined he would take my words literally and his next reaction almost made me jump to my feet. Without a hesitation he began to stroke his erection letting his foreskin sheath and unsheathe the pink head.

"To your room silly, I was joking," I managed to scream before bursting into a bout of wicked laughter at the cruel joke I had played.

He ran out without a word red with embarrassment covering his erect member.

I eased further into the tub soaking up the warmth of the water. My mind drifted to a less inhibited world where I imagined the outcome of his actions if I hadn't stopped him. And the picture of his erection lingered at the back of my mind forcing my fingers down to my swollen clit till I was over come by a feeling of guilt.

Chapter 2

I was down in the kitchen getting breakfast ready as Manu sat over the table. The cold morning had given way to a much warmer day and I had forgone wearing a sari over my blouse and thin petticoat. The kitchen was filled with the sweet fragrance of the freshly strung jasmine buds I had worn over my hair. My son had seen most of me anyways and there seemed little sense in trying to cover up now. I kept thinking of that mornings events and admiring his handsome features as I dug into my idlies(A kind of steamed South Indian pancake). He was reading the paper and avoided looking at me.

I sipped on my coffee and asked, "So did you take care of it?"

"Oh Mom, give me a break," he said blushing slightly.

I laughed but was soon overcome by motherly tenderness I leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. We chatted as I did the dishes and he flipped through the morning paper. It was getting hot, humid actually the pre monsoon season was almost coming to an end and we were both sweating lightly.

"Its hot here and there is no power for the entire day." he complained reading about the power outage in the paper.

"Well take those clothes off you'll feel better," I giggled.

"Yeah sure," he replied not trusting me to be serious.

"Is my baby a shy boy?" I teased him.

"Ill get naked if you will," he retorted cunningly.

I didn't see that coming I was almost flabbergasted at first. But I did have a bold streak in me and nudity never bothered me much. Yes this was different though here was my son who I had not seen in a couple of years and was my own flesh and blood. There were norms that society drew in a mother son relationship and this wasn't anything common in a conservative society such as ours. But we were a liberated and a fairly broad minded family after all. Some harmless fun can't be that bad I thought.

"Okay," I said with a naughty grin. He was surprised by my unexpected reply and he gulped before looking at me.

"But you have to go first," I said.

"Ma I don't trust you not after this morning," he replied. I pushed the chair back and stood up giggling as I pretended to unhook my blouse. I played with my hooks teasingly enough to make him guess if I was serious about my reply. But his eyes were glued to my hands over my blouse and he wasn't giving up so easily. He winced at my teasing as I gave in to my own desire and began unbuttoning my blouse. I slid them off my arms and swung it on the chair exposing my sweaty breasts. I felt my nipples harden and this time it certainly wasn't due to the cold. Removing my blouse was such a routine I had done it a million times before and yet this time it felt strangely different. I was over come by a feeling of shyness as I exposed my breasts to his hard gaze. He stared at my swollen appendages for a while yes they were large and motherly for those of you who are curious, thirty six D to be precise. They didn't sag much and my dark nipples contrasted against my light skin a pretty site in short.

I waited for him to reciprocate my actions but his eyes moved down to my petticoat. It was obvious he wanted me to take it off too. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disbelief but gave in to his stubbornness and began to undo the knot on my petticoat. It came loose in an instant and I let it drop to the floor. At least I knew my thick pubic hair would conceal everything in sight. I felt an unexplainable thrill in my exhibitionism and enjoyed the sexual admiration my body received.

With a hand on my hips I pretended to be relaxed and completely at ease with my nudity.

"Well it's your turn now," I said.

He stood up and took off his t-shirt hurling it over the table and instinctively reached for the elastic of his shorts but hesitated.

"Mom!" he said looking down. My eyes followed his to the tent in his shorts.

"Well it's normal for a guy your age to have an erection, besides I've seen it before," I said with a wicked smile.

"You'll get used to it sooner or later," I said naughtily unable to contain my eagerness.

He was still reluctant but managed to drop his shorts to the floor. Being a mature woman I didn't have to stare long in order to observe the entirety of his anatomy a single shameless glance was enough. His penis stood erect leaving the foreskin slightly retracted and exposing a little of the pink head. It was of normal length but slightly on the thicker side. He had large balls for his age and they hung quite low. His scanty pubic hair reminded me of my youthful explorations. I hadn't exactly been an angel before marriage you see. I had touched and seen a cock or two in my adolescence and the scanty pubes reminded me of those times.

"Well that wasn't so difficult was it," I said my heart still racing as I went back to my chores allowing him a generous view of my bare behind

We continued to chat about things till I had completed my morning obligations in the kitchen. We had both been silent the entire time trying to acquaintance ourselves with this strange new and exciting situation. But I had noticed him steal a few cheeky glances now and then at my curvy features.

With a womanly grace I walked up to where he sat and ran my hand around my midriff.

"Does my tummy look fat?" I asked trying to break the silence.

"No," he said looking at my midriff.

"What about my butt?" I asked turning around giving him a full view of my bare behind. It sure was curvy and shaped like an upside down pear. I thought that would help overcome his inhibitions. He stared but didn't say much. I was within arms reach of him and playfully jiggled my butt as I laughed and he grinned at my silliness.

His hands reached out to touch my butt but he hesitated. I looked at him but didn't stop him there were a million thoughts in my mind at that very instance. Being naked was one thing I mean I had read quite a bit on nudists and was aware of nudist families but this; this was taking it to a whole new level that I hadn't yet contemplated. Seeing no reaction from me I felt his fingers on my naked flesh. I felt a shudder pass through me, but controlled myself giving no indication of the pleasurable feeling I had just experienced. There was a strange sexual tension that his action had created.

"Nice?" I asked playfully trying to brush aside the sexual tension.

Slowly he gathered enough courage to caress my plump globes. I nonchalantly played with my hair letting him enjoy the feeling and trying hard to ignore the sexual undertones it was causing. I did welcome the feeling of having my butt caressed though.

"They are pretty," he said still staring at my butt.

"Thank you sweetie," I replied.

"Okay sweetie you need to take a shower before you start stinking and I'm sure you have some unfinished business to take care off," I said giggling again trying to break any further advances.

"Oh mom, cant we..." he was about to say before I cut him off

"No, to what ever it is you were going to say. Go get take a bath right now I said" sternly with a smile.

He got up and walked towards the stairs.

"We need to save something for tonight," I said with a wink and giggled.

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