Tailor made my Mother’s Pussy wet

My name is Gautam (changed). I come from a Tamil family that has lived in Bangalore for three generations. The incident happened in 2014. Believe it or not, it really happened. But I have added some imagination to spice it up. It’s about my mother, who is traditional and deeply religious.

Everybody respects her but also doesn’t know why a few things happened. I’ve witnessed my parents having sex. It is a common occurrence in many homes. Seen her naked just in front of me and some more, which also really happened. I will tell continuations of this story.

For every son, it is sure that their mother is the first woman and crush. They love and think they are his wife. Slowly, as we grow up understand they are mothers, not wives. It’s surely that the first naked women we see in our lives are our mothers.

They think we are pure souls and show their bodies in front of us while dressing or doing something. And everyone surely saw.

I have an elder brother, and our mother is 42. My father distributor of Everest Masala and other consumer items. Busy from 9 am to 7 pm, six days a week. Other than that, he is always with us only.

My mother’s name is Jyoti (changed). Fair skin, not thin or too thick, normal in size and has a tummy that can be seen. Breasts are slightly saggy. She is beautiful and conservative in her looks. Her character is soft. But she gets angry if she doesn’t like something. We are happily living as a family.

It was November. My mother’s elder sister’s son’s engagement happened. The marriage was in December with only a few days gap. Our family and relatives were busy with that preparation and discussion. They bought sarees and other dresses for the marriage.

Mom needed a designer blouse for her Kanchipuram saree but was too busy with wedding preparations. With only 3 days left, she had to choose blouses for multiple events and a few salwar kameez. After browsing designs online, we finalised a combination late at 8:30 pm.

We went walking to the tailor. A medium-sized house they have used as a tailor shop. Our tailor was Prasad Kumar, a Kannada man with lighter skin than my dad (who is brown). He has been our family’s go-to for stitching for a long time, even before my mom’s marriage.

Since we called ahead, he was waiting for us alone at his tailor shop, which is located near my grandmother’s house. The door was closed when we arrived, so we called him. He said he was inside, opened it, and welcomed us.

Jyoti: Prasad, sorry, are we late?

Prasad: Hey, nothing, this is marriage season. I had extra work, so I’m staying here only almost a week. Someone will come to chitchat, so only I had closed the door.

Jyoti: If you’re busy, then will you be able to give in two days?

Prasad: Jyoti, of course, I’ll stitch for you. You’ve been coming to me for stitching for as long as we’ve known each other. Even your mother has given for me only.

Jyoti: Thank You, Prasad. I only trust your tailoring skills. If you had declined, it would have been challenging for me.

They briefly chatted about marriage. Prasad mentioned he was invited but could only attend the reception.

Prasad: OK, come inside, let me close the door, or someone may waste my time. Show me the design you have selected.

We went and sat on a bench, and he sat beside the table.

Prasad: Did you bring the reference blouse for measurements?

Jyoti: Ha, yes.

Prasad: Good. Show me the saree design and show me the designer blouse designs you selected.

Showed the design she selected on the internet.

Prasad: Huh, I don’t know whether I can finish this design and give you in time.

Jyoti: Why, what happened?

Prasad: You have come with a rich-looking design, full of stone works and due to some design patterns on that. The cutting is also different.

Looking at it, he was thinking how he would do it soon.

Prasad: OK, I will finish it soon for you

Her face was happy somehow.

Prasad: (seeing saree box) You want to wear like this, the model in the picture?

Jyoti: I don’t know, is it possible to wear it like that?

Prasad: You have to wear a Mermaid petticoat (inner skirt) for that. Do you have one?

She nodded no.

Prasad: I have to stitch that also.

Thinking for a minute.

Prasad: What are the other dresses to be stitched?

Jyoti: Another blouse, 3 kurtis and slim-fit pants for that.

Prasad: Did you bring reference pants for that?

Jyoti: Aiyoo, I forgot about it in this marriage tension.

Prasad: It’s OK. Anyhow, I had to measure for the blouse. The cutting is different for your design, and you want a Mermaid petticoat also.

Jyoti: Thank God. OK

Then he suggested some other colour blouse materials for that saree, and she also liked one.

Jyoti: Prasad, it’s getting late, measure quickly.

Prasad: OK, I will call my wife.

He called many times, but she did not pick up.

Jyoti: What happened?

Prasad: My wife is angry with me because I forgot to stitch a blouse for her relative’s marriage. I had many orders. Customer satisfaction is important in work. What can I do?

Then he said he would take the measurements.

Prasad: Jyoti, since I have less time to stitch, I should take exact measurements. There won’t be chances of alterations, and stonework can be done exactly, as it takes more time.

Jyoti: OK, any problem?

Prasad: No, nothing. I need to take measurements, but I can’t with what you’re wearing.

Hesitatly he said. My mother thought of her dupatta (a shawl-like thing they wear with salwar kameez) and removed it.

Prasad: It won’t be easy to measure with the salwar kameez, also.

Mom was shocked but tried to act normal. I saw, although her face turned pink.

Prasad: I have to take measurements. Otherwise, it would be difficult. Nothing to worry, it’s normal.

He said to her, looking at me for my reaction. I was, like, sitting dumb.

Prasad: Come quickly. We will finish on time.

She handed me her mobile and handbag. She walked to the curtain, making eye contact with Prasad and smiling briefly before breaking it. The curtain was to cover the table but allow people to see. She hesitantly removed her salwar kameez.

Both were showing themselves as if everything was normal. I was also looking and giving no reaction, but inside I was horny. I had a hard-on. The weight of the handbag on it was pleasurable. She was wearing a cream-white bra. She hung the salwar kameez on a hook and turned around.

I couldn’t believe my mother casually removed the dress in front of someone. I hadn’t seen anything like this at home. It was a decent bra with few turmeric stains upholding and covering her breasts.

Her gold Thali ( Mangalsutra) was boldly looking at her cleavage. That sindoor on her beautiful face. She was looking hot, traditionally sexy.

Prasad: Jyoti, turn back. Let me take shoulder measurements.

The tailor measured my mother’s shoulder with tape, his fingers touching her skin, making her shiver. Then he noted in a book under my mother’s name. Then measured her back.

Prasad: Jyoti, is this length OK?

Jyoti: Ha (soft voice).

Prasad: Turn Jyoti. I should take chest size.

She turned, caught his eye, and blushed with a shy smile, looking down with shyness.

Prasad: Lift your arms about shoulder level.

Then he went near her like hugging but brought the tape around her. My mother was also shocked by a second. Then, he measured just under and above the breast.

Prasad: I will take the measurements of the breast, tell me how tight you want.

He was standing in front of her, close to her, and holding the tape near her cleavage.

Prasad: Is this fitting tight enough?

Jyoti: Yeah (with huge breath).

Prasad: Do you want your breasts to be cupped or normal?

Jyoti: Cupped type. (shy head down)

Prasad: Then I have to measure the breast also.

He sided the Thali (Mangalsutra) and circled the tape around her left breast. Surely, he felt her heavy heartbeats. She was sweating, glittering for the light. When I peeped, I could see he was holding the tape in her cleavage. Then he noted in the book.

Then went and took from her neck to the end of her cleavage. She was quiet. I could sense her aroma filling the room, mixed with the fan’s air. He was enjoying it, I guess.

Prasad: Jyoti, lift your hands straight up.

She lifted her arms, revealing underarm hairs in her armpit and slightly tanned skin. Beautiful, it was. He went next to her and measured her arm.

Prasad: How long should the sleeves be? They should be short or cover the little dark area at your underarms.

Jyoti: (smiling) Cover that dark skin.

He placed tape from where the dark skin starts and placed it on her armpit, touching my beautiful mother’s underarm hair. Felt how lucky that bastard was as her body glowed with sweat and a rosy hue. I was lusting towards my mom.

When I saw her breasts again, I could see now her bra was pointed. I did not understand that it was nipple erection. Only years later did I realise she had been aroused that day.

Prasad: Jyoti, are you wearing a saree above the navel or below? I should measure for the petticoat.

Jyoti: Thinking below my belly button. Just below it.

Prasad: OK, good.

He glanced at her hip. Pants above the hip were covering the navel.

Prasad: Can you lose your pants a little down so that I measure?

She untied the knot of her pant thread and carefully lowered holding it, revealing light brown panties. The tailor bent towards her and brought tape around her. Due to her hands coming in the way, she left the pants. OMG, they fell. She was trying to bend to pick up the pants.

Prasad: It’s OK, Jyoti. Anyhow I have to measure your legs for petticoat and pants.

She watched him as he worked. My eyes looked at her thighs, fair and hot. Looking at her panties, it had a wet spot, the fabric near her  pussy between her legs visibly damp. I thought maybe women sweat there more. Meanwhile, the tailor adjusted the tape, bringing it lower to encircle her buttocks.

Prasad: Turn around. I should take the size of your back.

View of her beautiful mature ass was making me jealous. Her underwear was tucked in between her ass crack, due to which we could see her ass shape. I could see some marks on her ass, making me crazy to touch them. Tailor held the tape against her ass to measure.

I couldn’t help but feel he was intimately surveying my mother’s body. Saw her without blinking eyes. She had a mole on her back towards the right of the lower part of her shoulder. Seeing her shape in semi-nude was amazing.

She had plumpy hips and thighs. I saw a few hairs on her legs, adding to her natural beauty.

Prasad: Turn Jyoti, let me take the size of the legs together.

I was captivated by her traditional adornment. The sindoor, earrings, Thali (Mangalsutra), a sacred thread around the waist, gold and glass bangles. The glinting silver anklets and the toe rings. All combined to make her the most alluring woman I had ever seen.

Her figure, coupled with her shyness that day, left an unforgettable impression on me. Tailor proceeded to measure her thighs, knees, and ankles together, she wore a shy smile, her modesty evident throughout the process.

Prasad: Spread your legs a little bit, Jyoti. For pants, I need measurements.

To my surprise, she spread almost three feet apart. That was too wide. It was damn arousing looking in that position. The tailor measured the ankle and moved towards the lower part of her thighs. Then he brought the tape to the upper part of the thighs.

His hands brushed her inner thighs and touched her pussy. It seemed like a current flowing through her body. Suddenly, she placed her hands on his shoulder for support.

Prasad: What happened?

Jyoti: Nothing, felt tickled.

She was closing her eyes, enjoying. Then he got up and was sketching, sitting on the table. My mother was seeing what he was doing, but I was enjoying seeing her. She turned to me casually and asked.

Jyoti: What is the time, Gautam?

Me: 9:18 pm, Amma.

Jyoti: Getting late, Prasad

Prasad: Ha Jyoti, a minute

She came forward and was standing next to the tailor.

Prasad: Jyoti what kind of back do you want, normal or show your back full?

Jyoti: (Shyness) Full.

Prasad: How much open should I keep? Do you want the mole on your back visible? That would be beautiful.

Jyoti: (eyes closed and smiling) OK, even I wanted it like that.

Prasad: How deep should it be in the front neck?

Jyoti: Medium, not too much

Prasad: How deep exactly do you want the mole present on the right breast visible or not?

I peeped to see and was shocked. A mole was present on her right boob just by cleavage. This lucky tailor bastard has observed every inch and corner of her. I was already happy seeing her undressed next to me. But jealous of him touching her.

Jyoti: 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 had spread and become large. I thought she had sweated too much. She took her salwar kameez and sat on the bench next to me and wore it.

Her aroma was taking me to paradise with the scent of femininity. Throughout the entire experience, both my mother and I acted as though everything was normal.

Prasad: OK, Jyoti, I will make sure you look beautiful in the entire function.

My mother blushed and smiled, and then the man at the table offered me sweets from the drawer.

Prasad: Gautam 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 I arrived, my father had already brought dinner from the 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 a pooja tomorrow in her sister’s home. I got up and had to take a bath. In two bathrooms, one was where my father had just gone, and in the other, where my mother was about to come out. I heard the bathroom door open and saw my mother come already in her salwar kameez.

She urged me to hurry. I locked the door and went to put my clothes in the laundry bucket. That’s where I saw her yesterday’s clothes. I found a cream-white colour bra and light brown colour panties. I was on cloud nine, sniffing her inner wears and touching my dick with them.

I remembered the wet spot she had yesterday. Her panties had some stains where the wet spot was there. I kept that area in my mouth, chewing and tasting the salty thing, thinking it was her sweat. But it was her pussy juices and cum she was leaking. I

t tells that she was aroused and horny that day. I wore them and was thinking about her. Then, after a day, we went to the tailor. He gave her only one blouse for the morning marriage. He said he would give a designer blouse for the night reception by evening.

The next morning, she was beautiful, wearing a stitched blouse. We went to marriage. As close relatives, we participated in the Pooja. After lunch, my mother chatted for almost 3:30 pm. 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 the tailor. We took an autorickshaw to fetch it, and she called the tailor on the way.

Jyoti: Hello, Prasad. Is the blouse ready? I’m on the way to that shop.

She was listening to what he was saying and said

Jyoti: Prasad, I will go home and get Gautam 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.

Gautam: Amma, aren’t we going to tailor shop?

Jyoti: The tailor told me that he was finishing the dress. So, why waste time there? I asked him to deliver it to our home while we got ready.

We reached home, but she was tired as she got up early today. She slept on the sofa for a small nap. I also slept watching TV. She woke me later and took me to her room to wash my face. Still sleepy, I got scolded for being late.

Just then, the doorbell rang. She hurried to open the door. I peeked out to see it was the tailor. She greeted him. Then she came to the room. After a few minutes tailor came into the room, bringing a huge cover. He kept the cover he brought on the bed. I saw my mother remove the saree, there only in front of us.

She was only in a blouse and petticoat. She went to the bathroom. We could hear her urinating and later washing her face. A few minutes later, she came out and smiled at him. I noticed water marks all over her blouse and petticoat, and she seemed to be hurrying. I was still confused as to why she was open in front of him.

Prasad: Jyoti, you have kept the house nice and neat.

She thanked him for the compliment. He opened the cover and kept the things on the bed. There were some boxes. I looked at them curiously. He showed her a designer blouse.

Jyoti: Wow, Prasad, it looks beautiful. I love it. I did not expect this would be good.

Prasad: Wear it. It would be more beautiful on you.

She blushed, looking at him. She was looking at herself in the mirror, keeping it on her.

Prasad: Jyoti, this blouse has an open back and medium-deep neck, so I brought innerwear to match. Since you can’t wear your regular bras with it, I got this special one in a matching colour.

Jyoti: Thank you, Prasad. What kind of bra is this?

Prasad: They are strapless. They don’t have shoulder straps.

Jyoti: Oh I know them, have seen online.

Prasad: Also, panties. I saw that day that your underwear was stuck in between. That would be uncomfortable for a Mermaid petticoat. These are small and slim, so they don’t create a visible impression.

The bras he showed were in satin material and looked expensive. The panties were like a net in front and had some padding at the back to avoid getting stuck in between asses. As he said it was less of the cloth, was just enough to cover.

Jyoti: Prasad, you made things comfortable to wear. Thank you very much. I’m excited to see myself in the saree.

Telling that she removed the blouse hooks she was wearing in front of him. She was wearing a black bra. The way she was removing the blouse was an awesome act, like a shirt she was removing. I caught a glimpse of almost hairless underarms, and even a tailor noticed it.

Prasad: Oh, you have trimmed the underarm hair. That’s good Jyoti.

Jyoti: (with shyness) Yeah, that makes sweat a little bit extra. That’s why I trimmed using my husband’s trimmer.

Then she kept the blouse on the bed and took the strapless bra. She turned opposite to us and removed the bra she was wearing in front of us. I was in shock that my mother was half naked in front of her son and tailor. The mirror reflection allowed us a glimpse of her right breast.

She had dark brown nipples, though the light’s glare obscured the view. She wore it and turned around to show it to him. The Thali (Mangalsutra) was boldly on her cleavage, looking quite attractive.

Prasad: They look beautiful on you.

She came near the bed, positioning in between me and the tailor. She was close to me. Removed the underwear she was wearing under her petticoat only, falling to her feet. It had a small wet spot, possibly from urination earlier, I thought. She kept it on the bed and put on new panties beneath her petticoat.

Tailor with a designer blouse approached her. She removed the knot of the petticoat thread she was wearing. It just fell. Now, I was astonished. Literally, her pussy is visible through the net material. Her pussy hair was trimmed. I also saw the pussy line.

The net material simply was on the pussy, forming the shape of the pussy, made me look at that only. Her ass was not covered fully. Could see her round ass. It covered only the ass crack resembling a bikini. She started wearing a designer blouse, trying to put another hand in.

Prasad: Jyoti, the stones may fall. Wait, I will help you.

He helped put it on and came in front to hook the blouse. I was jealous of somebody making my mother wear a blouse. She admired herself in the mirror, proud of her appearance. He went near her again with the Mermaid petticoat, opened that and kneeled side to side with her.

Turning towards him, she put her legs in petticoat as he was guiding in. He tied it to her hip, asking her for tightness and adjusted it to her form.

Jyoti: Gautam, how do I look?

Me: You look good, Amma.

He then brought the saree, folded a part for pallu kept on her shoulder and asked to hold. He tied the saree, folded the remaining and tucked in her dress touching her navel and pinned it. He then tied the lace of her blouse and assisted with the jewellery she started wearing.

He opened a box, took the chain, and kneeled near her and tied it on her hip. She was a hip chain, looking beautiful on her navel. He then adorned her hair with jasmine flowers. He finally made her ready. She was happy and cute. It was 6 o’clock.

We took an autorickshaw, and he followed on his bike. Everyone looked at her, and all the ladies asked about the saree. Later, the tailor said he had dinner, so he was leaving as he had work.

I was confused about my mom’s behaviour, wondering if she was cheating or had a bad character. I read about women’s sexuality on Wikipedia and Quora to understand. I learned that women, like men, can be attracted to different people, even if they’re married.

But this doesn’t mean they’re bad or cheating. It’s just a temporary feeling. Reading this cleared up my doubts because I had never seen my mom act this way before. She’s always been loyal to my dad, and they’ve been romantic until now.

I will tell how I saw my parents having sex and seeing her nude. I will tell you in the coming parts which are real. Also will tell you some imaginary fictional stories about my mother that I fantasise about during masturbation. Surely that will make you cum.

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