My Innocent Mother Part 1 (Buying A Bra)

Let me introduce myself. I am Ganesh, living in Bangalore as a fashion designer. This is about how I seduced my innocent mom.

I am born and brought up in a remote village in Andhra Pradesh to an upper-middle-class family consisting of my mom (Anuradha) and my dad (Ramesh). My grandfather had a lot of property in the village, which was inherited by my father. My father died when I was 10.

I studied at my village till my 10th standard and then subsequently moved to the nearby town for 10+2. I was good at studies. My mom Anuradha is very pretty looking village lady with 38-36-38 measurement and 5 ft 5 inches height. She is very innocent and conservative lady.

Just like most of the village women in that place, she never wears a bra and panties. She was married at the age of 18 and she is 41 years old now. I, being the only person in her life, am everything to her. She has shown tremendous love and affection towards me.

She always gives me whatever I wanted in life and never said no to anything. When I started moving out of my hometown for higher studies she started crying. I had to console her saying, “I must study in a better college and get a good job to make her proud.”

From my childhood, I had developed a sense of liking for the fashion. So, I joined NIFT (Hyderabad) to pursue my long cherished dream of becoming a fashion designer. During my graduation, I developed a sexual desire for elder women. I used to spend a lot of time reading sex stories and especially incest.

I slowly developed a sexual desire towards my mom. My desire was to feel her body and see her nude. After my graduation, I joined a reputed MNC as a fashion consultant in Bangalore with a very good pay. My mom was very happy.

My relatives suggested that my mom come to Bangalore along with me. We sold all our properties in my village and brought a luxurious double bedroom apartment in Whitefield. We started living there.

During my childhood, she used to hug me and kiss me. But I never remember seeing her nude except her in blouse and petticoat. As I said earlier, she never wears a bra and panties. Whenever I used to hug her, my chest used to feel her breasts.

One day she told me that she needs to attend a lady’s functions organized by the apartment society. For this, she needs to buy new clothes. We went to a shopping mall near Marathahalli. She purchased a silk sari.

Mom told me she needs to give her blouse for stitching. We went to a lady’s tailor shop near my house, but it was closed. We enquired about the nearby shops. They said the tailor went out of station will not be available for the next couple of days.

My mom was very worried as the function is just two days away. I got an idea immediately. I told mom, I will stitch her blouse.

Mom: Son, how do you know?

Son: Mom, I am a fashion designer and I learned it as part of my course.

Mom: She thought for a moment and said okay as there are no other options left.

I was very thrilled. We went home, and she arranged for me the sewing machine and the sari. I bought the tape from the cub board.

Son: Mom, I need to take the measurement for the blouse.

Mom: She laughed and said, Son, you don’t need it as you can use my old blouse.

I was disappointed. But I thought for a moment and said, “Mom, this is a very old blouse. I have seen you in this blouse for a very long time. It will not give the correct measurements. And also, you are attending a function for the first time in the city. It should have a perfect fitting.”

Mom was hesitant and thought for a while.

Mom: Son, is this okay for a son to take measurements of his mom?

Son: Mom, this is absolutely normal. I am a fashion designer I take a measurement of ladies very often.

Mom thought for a while and said fine. I asked her to come before me and started taking the measurement for the shoulders and sleeves. For back neck depth, I kept it bit low. Now I asked her to remove her pallu.

She lowered her pallu and keeping the pallu end with her hand. Her 38 size boobs were on display. I could see some cleavage. Nipples poked through her blouse. I was feeling very happy inside, everything is going according to the plan, but didn’t show it in my face.

I took the blouse length by keeping the tape from the shoulder to the end of her blouse. For the front neck depth, I kept the tape at the top of the shoulder and drawn it to the center of her chest. While doing it I am touching her top portion of the breast.

Now I extended the tape a bit below and asked her if she is okay with the deep neck (So that I can enjoy her boobs whenever she bends). She initially was reluctant to agree, but somehow convinced her saying this is the current trend.

Now coming to the most important part of the measurement. ‘BUST’ I encircled the tape around her back and the chest and repeated it a few times. Mom was confused. But she blushed when she realized I am trying to get the tape on top of her nipples.

After I got it correctly, I tightened the tape a bit. She said, “Ouch, can you keep it loose, son?” I released the tape a bit. Asked her if it’s fine. She said its okay now. It read ‘38’.

While doing all this, my fingers were brushing her soft breasts. She didn’t mind it. While this was ending, another idea struck me.

Son: Mom, we missed one thing. You forgot to wear a bra.

I knew she doesn’t have the habit to wear bars. Mom blushed as the son is talking about her inner wears.

Son: We should take measurements with a bra inside the blouse. Why don’t you wear a bra and come?

Mom: (with a blushed face) Son, I don’t have the habit of wearing a bra.

Son: Mom, you need to start wearing bras. All the women in the cities wear bras.

Mom: She thought for a moment and said “we will see it next time”

Son: Mom, if you buy it afterward, this blouse will not fit. I would suggest we should first buy a bra and then take fresh measurements for stitching the blouse.

She thought for a while and said, “Do we have enough time for all this?” I told her even if I start tomorrow, I will still have enough time to finish it before the event.

We went to a women’s exclusive shopping mall near MG road. There were very few people in the shopping mall as it’s a holiday season. Most of the people have left Bangalore for vacations.

We asked the sales representatives to show bras. She showed a section where we can find ladies inner wears. I sensed that my mom was feeling bit uncomfortable and asked her what the matter.

She told me that she is feeling shy to have me with her to buy the bras. She told me, what others would think about it. I told her that we are living in a cosmopolitan city and nobody cares here.

We asked the sales girl to help us find a good bra. She asked the size, I told her its 38. My mom blushed. The sales girl showed us a couple of bras to choose from. I suggested mom go for the trail.

Mom felt a bit uncomfortable as she had never been into a trail room. After some thoughts, she went into the trail room by taking all the bras. I was waiting outside to hear from her. But she didn’t get back even after 5 minutes.

Son: Is everything fine?

Mom murmured something which I couldn’t understand. I asked her again.

Mom: Son, I am not able to put bra hooks.

I understood that she never wore a bra in her life and she was struggling. I sensed an opportunity and offered help.

Son: Mom, can you open the door, I can help you with the bra hooks?

Mom: Nooo.. (Said in a loud voice). Can you ask the sales girl to come?

Son: Mom, she is not here, she left somewhere.

Even though I can see her at some distance. I lied to her. She didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. I was eager to get into the room and see her seminude body.

Son: Mom, we don’t have any other way, open the door. (with some desperation)

I suggested to her that she just have to show her back to me, nothing else. With a lot of hesitancy, she opened the door slightly. I quickly sneaked into the room and closed the door.

To my disappointment, she covered her breasts with a towel which was there in the trail room and showed me just her back. Her breasts were completely covered with the towel.

I couldn’t even see any glimpse of her breast. But I could see her complete back for the first time. I took my own time to put the hooks.

Mom: Son, now you need to go out as I have to check out how I look in the mirror.

Son: Mom, I will turn to the other side and you can check.

Mom: Nooo. Son, you need to go out.

Son: Mom, you need to try a few more bras which require my help anyway.

She thought for a moment and told me to turn to the other side and told me not to turn back. She removed her towel and checked the bra. I got very excited. Here I am with my village mom in a trail room, just in the bra.

But I couldn’t see anything as the trail room had only one mirror. I don’t want to take any chances with her. So, I didn’t look back while she was checking her bra. She changed herself into another bra and covered her breast again with the towel and asked me to hook the bra.

This went on and I couldn’t exploit the opportunity. I asked her to take the bra which doesn’t cover her entire breast. She resisted. I told her it’s the current trend and you will anyway wear it inside the blouse.

She was finally convinced. I paid the bill for the bras we returned back home. While returning mom told me she is very happy that I am taking care of all her needs. I told her that it’s my duty.

Things were going according to my plan.