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I Stay Nude Before My Mom
By Myotherside (myotherside@rediffmail.com)
edited by Sirius (saaber_shoyeb@hotmail.com)
***
I am 22 years old and I go completely nude before my
mom at times. I suckle from her. My mom does not get
freaked nor do I. There is nothing sexual in this. It
is a pure Mom-Son relationship. (MF, exh, no-sex,
india)
***
I would like to tell the readers that the following
narration does not contain anything relating to SEX. It
is just an act of love (true love and not lust) between
my mother and me.
If anyone is interested in just incest or sex please
don't read further this narration is not for you guys
with a sick mind.
But if you leave without reading you will surely miss
something really noble.
I think there is no harm in reading further.
***
It all began when I was 15 years old. I was doing my
9th year in school and all features of my manliness
where beginning to develop. It was during the summer of
that year this special act started to begin.
My mother was 30 years old then (she was married when
she was just 15yrs old). My father had left for Dubai
for five years to work as an Engineer. So my mother
and I were the only ones in our house. We had an
individual house a bit away from the housing area with
a backyard garden secluded away from public view.
My mother is a garden freak; we had all sort of plants
in our garden. My mother was even proud of her work.
But since it was summer she found it hard to keep the
plants wet due to water scarcity.
She tried all means to keep them fit. She would not
bath in the bathroom but would bath at the open
backyard tying her petticoat up to her chests and would
not use soap (not to destroy the plants). The water
with which she bathed would go to the plants. At times
I would watch her bath. Sometime she would tie her
petticoat high so that no one can get not even get a
glimpse of her breasts.
Sometime she would tie it so low that a huge cleavage
would be visible. I didn't feel sexually aroused since
I well knew that those where the breasts that fed me
when I was young. Since our house was last in the row
no one knew what happened in the back yard.
In spite of her efforts the plants needed more water.
Then she asked me too to bath in the backyard.
I told her, "I bath nude, mom I can't bath outside like
that!" She coaxed me to bath with my Underwear for
the sake of the plants. After much compulsion I started
bathing in the backyard.
After starting to bath in the backyard I liked the
bath. One day while watching the TV they showed a sadhu
wearing a KOVANAM (in tamil) and taking a dip in the
Ganges.
What is a Kovanam? An underwear worn by villagers in
south India while bathing.
Similar to the piece in a bikini which covers (which it
is supposed to but does not) the GROIN area of the
female which has strings to tie around your waist.
In Hindi they call it as LANGOT.
The sadhu's buttocks were revealed but not his private
parts or his ass crack. I imagined myself bathing like
that.
I told my mom I will wear a Kovanam and bath she
hesitated a bit and said no. I blackmailed her by
saying that I will not bath with my underwear on
because it's itchy and will bath in the bathroom.
Fearing the worst, my mother accepted.
I took a nice thick piece of cloth and designed my
Kovanam (which I did within minutes). I tailor-made one
for my size. I tried it out in my room. It was nothing
different from my underwear it was pretty decent than
that worn by the Sadhu in the TV. I was satisfied.
I wore it the next day and had my bath. My mother
watched me bathe and didn't say a thing. I would go to
the bathroom remove my underwear tie my Kovanam and
reach the backyard for my bath. After the bath I would
tie a towel around my waist and remove my Kovanam and
come into the house.
This didn't stay the same way. Within a week I wanted
to expose more flesh so I took another piece of the
same cloth and made a smaller Kovanam and then a
smaller one. And this continued till I just covered my
penis and almost all my backside was naked (to be
precise my state was opposite to full frontal nudity).
The next day I wore that 'mini kovanam' I had tailored
last. My heart was thumping hard because I have never
been exposed that much before and that too with my
mother in the house. I poured a cup of water over
myself and at this moment my mother came by that side
to look at a flower and she was stunned to see me so
close to being nude. She froze for a second and didn't
know what to do. She went in suddenly.
The thought of me being seen semi-nude gave me a hard
on. I tried to hide my hard on and bathed and tied my
towel around my waist and went in. The day was normal
as usual. This made me continue my wear my mini
Kovanam.
And in the days that followed my mother also got used
to it. She liked me doing it(She told me this later-
she told me that this was not because of lust but just
because of curiosity how marvelous have her son grown
into) she purposefully stayed in the garden still I
finished bathing. At the beginning I got hard ons
within moments but as time passed I got used to it.
Human beings don't settle with anything they have. I
too was not settled with my mini Kovanam. So I
downsized my Kovanam to a MICRO version. The new
features in the mini version where the Kovanam was
reduced to a bit of textile 15cm in width and 45cm in
length. (Try dressing yourself with such a small cloth
you will feel how sexy you will be).
The 'micro kovanam' just hid my penis and was of no use
in the rear. When some one saw me from the sides they
could just have a look at a portion of my 10cm long
Penis(This is the average size of an males penis when
not erected and not 15 inches or so as described by our
fellow writers they are just exaggerating).
I wore this Micro Kovanam and started to bathe the next
day. My mother couldn't stop staring at me. Though I
noticed this I acted as if I hadn't noticed her see me.
This went on for some days. As I already said "Human
beings don't settle". With the micro Version too being
outdated I searched for a new version.
I could not reduce the size of the fabric smaller
because if I did so there would be nothing to wear only
a string to tie around my groin. So I thought of
changing the Material of the Fabric. Yes from a thick
cloth to a see through one. So I searched for a see
through cloth and found my dad's used Dhoti. The
property of this cloth is that it would be normal cloth
until it is dry but as soon as it gets wet it will
become completely transparent and reveal the contents
inside.
With much hesitation I made my new Kovanam with this
fabric. And with much expectation I took my bath. As I
told earlier just with a single cup of water on me I
was completely naked but still dressed (isn't it
philosophical?). My mother who was at the garden
watering the plants rose to wash her hand and saw me.
She rose and came towards me and examined me closely. I
was ashamed of myself I was frightened I have gone too
far. But the unexpected happened. She suddenly pulled
the string of my kovanam and undressed me. I was
completely naked and not dressed (this isn't
philosophical!).
She told me "You are my son; you don't have anything
that I haven't seen. If you want to bath nude then do
it. Why hesitate?" and went in.
I tied my towel and ran into my room. The whole day I
felt like a fool. The next day I wore my underwear and
started to bath. My mother saw me and came to me,
removed my underwear and started to bathe me from head
to toe carefully excluding my groin area. Then she
dried me with the towel took me in to my room dressed
me up and told that hereafter I am her baby and she
will bath me everyday. Everything happened in a jiffy.
I could not believe my eyes but it was happening to me
(my mother told later she too felt the same that day).
The next day too my mother gave me a nude bath. As days
passed both of us started to get hold of the events
that happened. Both of us got easy and we started
enjoying without that hesitation. Though my mother
didn't attend to my penis area in the beginning but
with time she started to give it special attention.
Every time she touched and applied soap in my penis I
could not suppress my anxiety and I laughed a lot and
my mother too laughed.
Although at first I got erections making the scene a
bit uncomfortable to my mother, she continued applying
soap as if nothing happened. But with time I forgot
lust and my love to my mom made me control my
erections.
This has been my time table since then:
1) Before I would go to sleep the previous night I
would remove all sorts of clothing and go to
sleep nude.
2) The next morning my mother would wake me up.
After I brush my teeth I would be given my
usual nude bath except on Sundays.
3) Depending on the day I would remain nude till I
go to my school or remain nude full day if it is
a holiday.
NOTE: On Sundays my mother would apply oil all over my
body and massage me. At last she would take an extra
dose of oil apply on my penis and massage it well. I
will remain with oil for 30 minutes and I will be
bathed with SHIKAKAI and a hot water bath.
And on most Sundays during my mother's afternoon nap I
would even get a chance to suckle milk (a very little
quantity) from my mother's breasts.
Since I have grown up suckling from my mother is a bit
different. My mother would be sleeping in her double
bed. I would enter her room nude, pull down her pallu
and unhook her blouse. At this moment most of the time
my mother would wake up, give me a smile and get up. I
would quickly remove her blouse and her brassiere (I
told her that it was uncomfortable).
She would give me a French kiss in my lips which would
last for some minutes (the french kiss to is a sign of
pure love and not lust it depends only how you take
it).I think this triggers a biological reaction within
her allowing her to lactate. Then she would lie down.
I would press her melon sized breasts as hard as I can
till her nipples erect. I would suckle from both
breasts as long as I could. Most of the time I would go
to sleep with her melons around my face.
Sometimes during this suckling act my mother too would
remove all her clothes. My dick would be close to her
cunt. BUT NOT EVEN ONCE HAVE I FELT THE URGE TO HAVE
INTERCOURSE.
Well this describes the difference between true
affection and lust or INCEST. In this case you can say
whatever you like- LOVE, INCEST or anything that comes
to your mind. But I would say there is a thin red line
between TRUE LOVE and INCEST if you keep off that line
any relationship would be a true one. It depends upon
your mind set.
Ask for yourself:
1) Haven't you been seen nude by your mother?
2) Haven't you Suckled from your mother?
3) You have seen your mother nude (during birth)
but you were too young to remember.
4) Still today many tribes in the world remain
nude.
5) Many Sadhus (especially Jains) remain nude.
Then why do you tell It as INCEST if you do the same
thing now.
All these dress, society, this and that are result of
over commercialisation of our world. These things were
normal just 50, 60 odd years ago but now it is
considered a TABOO.
You fear even the thought of going nude on the road,
but you visit a sadhu, a complete stranger, along with
your family and get his blessings.
We Indians were gifted with these philosophical
thoughts and we were different from the rest of the
world. But now we do dumb things like running call-
centres and BPO's.
This body is just a bag of bones and flesh what matters
is the soul Inside.
Whatever you do to the body will not affect your soul.
Give it a thought.
END
If you would like to discuss upon this matter please
reply to: myotherside@rediffmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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