I don’t know whether this can be considered as a funny story but it was extremely embarrassing incident of my life for sure. I had qualified for IIT and secured a seat at Delhi IIT. My father was working with a multinational construction company and away from home most of the times. My mom was a senior lecturer at Delhi University and we all moved our residence from Mumbai to Delhi. We belong to an orthodox Brahmin family and my mom hails from a Brahmin family from Benaras hence adjusting in Delhi environment was not a problem for her although she was born, brought up and educated in Mumbai and loved it. I had turned nineteen and mom was around thirty eight.
All the members of our family were tall including my mom who was five feet ten which was unusual for any Indian woman. She was fair complexioned and of late I noticed something about her, the lusty way my friends, her students and other men looked at her. Even some of her female students who got on very well with me, told me that they were jealous with her personality which they called as very sensuous and the males fantasized about her. Mom was a maths professor, another paradox, and a superb and passionate teacher.
Her classes were instant hits and attendance was always full. Sometimes boys and girl students visited our house with their complicated problems and were never disappointed. Let me describe my mom briefly before I narrate the main incident. Mom was about five feet ten with long thick hair which hung upto her thighs when she dried after bath. She used to paint them with brown mehendi and was very fond of her hair. She was a busty woman with very narrow waist and massive buttocks. My friends used to pass remarks about her butts which made me angry.
They even expressed their desires to see her breasts by arranging but I never responded. Mom usually wore sarees below her sexy bellybutton which was deep and round and was exposed when her pallu got shifted by her movements. They all loved watching her exposed back and waist between her blouse and saree from behind. Sometimes mom wore north Indian style churidar( bottom) and Kurta(top) with dupatta( Covering for top) and most of the times saree and blouse.
However she was unable to hide fullness of her boobs and exposed her cleavage occasionally when her dupatta or pallu of the saree shifted.The onlookers always loved to watch it happening. On one occasion, she wore a deep ‘c’ neck kurta and churidar and gave my friends an eyeful of her cleavage when she was bending to clean the floor with a broom in the absence of the cleaning lady.I had become fully conscious about my mom’s beauty when I entered my teens. Although my mom was very orthodox and modest in her ways, she was of friendly nature,very naive ,unsuspecting type and laughed a lot hence very popular. She was very modest and always changed clothes behind closed doors and windows. Even I had never seen her nude or semi nude.
Once she was irritated by me as I left the door of her bedroom ajar when the driver of our vehicle walked inside without knocking and she was putting on clothes after her bath. Later I asked Pankaj, the driver who was of same age as me what he saw, he laughed and teased me but never disclosed but said Madhura madam ( my mom’s name)is very beautiful.When I protested with mom and asked the same, she too laughed it away. Later she told me she was just in her petticoat and putting on her bra when Pankaj had entered to give the keys. When I asked her that means he saw you topless, she giggled and said you can guess it yourself. Later Pankaj told me she was about to put on her bra when he entered and she quickly covered her boobs but he he managed to see it all.
This made me extremely jealous. I knew my friends tried to see her boobs by various means but failed consistently and were frustrated until that embarrassing incident . One morning, mom was somewhat restless and waiting for something.She was late for her usual lectures but still hung on.Then without a word she went to take her bath inside.Some time later my friend Sajid, a Punjabi muslim , an African friend who came to Delhi university like many African students and Caeser a Goan friend came to our house for one complicated calculus problem which they were unable to solve at the college and couldn’t attend classes at the college. Sajid had brought his young brother Naved who was nine years old and on summer vacation. They were regular visitors at our household and mom loved and pampered Naved. As ususal Pankaj came to collect the keys of the vehicle. I told him to wait for mom as I didn’t have the keys. We started discussing the maths problems but couldn’t make head or tale of it and gave it up and sat idle quietly when the phone which was situated opposite to the couch where we sat ,started ringing. I had a feeling that mom called me from bath for sometime but ignored it and I was too lazy to respond to the phone either. Before the rings of the phone stopped my mom came out of bath to pick it up. The sight of her literally took away our breaths. She was topless ,with only a small napkinlike towel wrapped around her waist which hardly covered her massive buttocks. It was like dream come true for them as they saw her bare boobs which were big, round , firm and stuck out without any vestige of support.They were shaking vigorously as she came hurriedly to grab the phone. Her long pinkish brown nipples were erect and dripping with water drops. As she stood with her back towards us, her right hand was clutching to the towel and preventing it from dropping down.
Her long hair were tied in a tight bun on top of her head hence they had a clear unobstructed view of her long bare back , sexy thin narrow waist and long shapely legs. Slight flab below her buttocks was visible from the underside of the towel she had wrapped.Obviously she had not noticed our presence. It must have been call of her elder sister from the U.S which she was expecting very ardently.I was so dumbstruck that I couldn’t utter a word to warn mom. Pankaj and Sajid were too amused to talk ,the African enjoyed the fortuitous moment quietly and fought to hide the erection. Mom must have spoken for about ten to twelve minutes with her back to us, alternately shifting her weight on either of her legs and occassinally giving a glimpse of her nipples sideways.
Shape of her covered butt was clearly visible from the napkin she had wrapped.It had started dropping slightly and her crack of the butt was exposed slightly from top. I was praying that she must be wearing at least a knickers inside to avert an ultimate embarrassment. As she turned rightways to check the time on a wall clock,she again gave us a sideview of her sexy boob. At that moment her hair bun got undone and her long hair dropped all over her face, back and front obstructing her vision also. When she tried to hold her hair with her right hand, her left hand already holding the telephone receiver, her towel dropped to her feet exposing her posterior completely. She had worn nothing underneath.As she continued her conversation for a few more seconds giving us a clear view of her big sexy buttocks when little Naved started laughing and pointing towards her. For the first time she noticed our presence as she turned back by the noise and was shocked to see us watching her.A woman ,my mom, of five feet ten was standing stark naked in front of strangers, a sight never seen by me before except in Playboy magazines. Her massive boobs were heaving with shock and her sexy bellybutton