I am not an idiot. I have always known that my mother, Savita, is a sexy MILF. Even since before I knew about sex and porn, I have always noticed how men of all ages would ogle at her as we walked down the street. How every time dad’s friends came home, their gaze would linger on her for a few seconds longer than it was necessary.

I have heard my parents making love, loudly, violently, without a concern that I was sleeping right in the next room.

Despite all the attention she got, my mother was quite a conservative lady. She never wore anything explicitly revealing. Even when she wore her saree, it was always tied above her navel and the pallu deftly covered her luscious bosom.

Even at home, I have only seen her decked up in sarees, never in a loose nighty or anything revealing, which is why it was a surprise to me when I saw mom wearing spaghetti top, a deep cut, knee-length satin nighty on returning from my 2 years in Germany.

“Oh beta!” Mom squealed gleefully on opening the door and hugged me tightly. I could feel her naked breasts, covered only by the thin satin material crushing against my chest.

“I have missed you so much!”, she said and stood on her toes to plant a wet kiss on my cheek. I bent down a little to make it easy for her.

I hugged her back, just above her ass, and let her kiss me as much as she wanted. From my vantage point, I could clearly see my mom’s deep cleavage. As her wet lips and hot breath brushed against my skin, the hair at the back of my head stood up. And ss did the little member in my pants.

I was careful enough to create a small distance between us, so as to not make my lust obvious to my own mother.

“Your mother and son love can wait till we get inside. Hey Rajesh, come help me with your bags”, my dad called out to me, undercutting our kissing session.

“Go”, mom whispered to me, caressing my cheek lovingly. I kissed mom on her cheek and went to pick up my stuff from the car.

As I brought in my bags, mom began going through them with a c***dish curiosity. She had bent down and was giving me a great view of her jiggling tits. I was shamelessly ogling at her while answering her questions in monosyllables.

“Off, come on beta, speak properly with me. You have been gone for two years!” mom said and looked up at me. I didn’t look away fast enough and she caught me staring at her chest, shamelessly. And she immediately covered her chest with her hand.

I saw the initial look of shame and guilt on her face turn into a look of curiosity and arousal as she noticed the bulge in my pants. Mom slowly removed her hand from her chest and continued to show me her goods.