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Corrupting My Traditional Indian Mother Chapter 2

The saga continues with the son noticing differences in his mother's behavior. They go on a bus journey together and discuss the next step for the business.

This is the second part of my series and if you haven’t seen it please read it first. If you have any opinions or suggestions please email to randomchutyapa@gmail.com. This part I will try to elaborate on the storyline and focus on the corruption of the mother.

I am trying to make the story as realistic as I can, so things will occur slowly. I woke up the next day after the night of the photo shoot. As I lay on my bed I recalled last night and felt a string of guilt about it. I was feeling ashamed of what I did but weird when I thought about it.

I got up had a shower and went to the kitchen for breakfast. She was in there making tea and breakfast. She was wearing a yellow striped maxi-gown which hugged her figure. I saw her ass from the back and could not keep my eyes off. Her fair skin looked fabulous. I gathered myself and decided to say something.

“Good Morning maa,” I said nervously while avoiding eye contact.
“Good Morning beta,” she replied calmly.

She turned towards me and served me tea. We sat on the dining table and I started eating breakfast. As much as I felt ashamed my eyes started wandering off to her cleavage. She usually never showed cleavage in a gown but today there was a hint of it.

“So beta how are you going to market those pictures?” she asked nonchalantly. I felt a tingling down in my pants and said, “Yes maa now I will edit them and put our watermark on them. Then send it to prospective buyers and small boutiques. How does Mamta Tailors sound as our name?”

“It sounds great beta since we are targeting mostly women of my age. Old women…haha,” she said looking at me. I quickly realized she was fishing for a compliment and being alone for such a long time without a husband had an effect. I looked at her face I could see the loneliness inside her.

All I could think of was of seeing her happy. “Are you crazy mom, you’re not old, you are one of the hottest women I know. Look at all my friend’s mothers, they look old and ugly, you still look damn pretty,” I said all in one breath. “Don’t call your mother hot Adi and that’s enough, you need to get back to working on the business.”

I could see her blush through the side of her cheeks. I went back to my room. It was a Sunday. I started editing the pictures into a package. Looking back at those pictures gave me an instant hard-on. But I finished the work and sent the pictures to the clients and the boutique owners.

I had my lunch a while later and sat on my bed for a little rest in my room. As I was about to take a nap I heard the doorbell ring. We stay in a 2 bedroom house and my room was closest to the main door. As such I could hear anything said clearly through my room door.

The door to my room was closed but had a pretty large keyhole to see out of. I heard my mom open the door and started watching through the keyhole. It was the local shopkeeper Javed who came to deliver the groceries. He had a small supermarket type shop outside our building.

He must be in his 30s but looked strong as a bull and had a tough guy reputation. Everyone in the society knew him for a long time and in spite of having a lot of servants he used to deliver our groceries personally.

“Namaste Jyotsna Bhabhi, your order has arrived,” he greeted my mother with a wide smile.
“Namaste Javed ji aap khud hi aa gaye, kisi servant ko bhejte?”
“Kya kare kaam hi aisa hai aur humare sabse favorite customers mein se ho,” he said flirtatiously.

I heard mom laugh but could not see her expressions through the keyhole. I could see that Javed was stealing occasional glances towards her cleavage. Now I understood why he always came himself. The thing I was surprised by most was my mother always used to cover her chest with a dupatta whenever a stranger arrived.

But today she hadn’t. I could feel my dick starting to swell while looking at their flirting. I always felt that her desire for intimacy must have vanished. But every person has needs and it was evident from the looks of it. I felt angry(or jealous) looking at them. But quite to be honest I was turned on a bit.

“Bhabhi aaj saree nahi pehni aapne?” he asked sheepishly.
“Nahi dupahar mein kyun saree pehnungi? Kyu pucha waise?”
“Aise hi, aap ache lagte ho saree mein, uss din Diwali mein pehni thi bahut achi thi red wali,” he said with a spark in his eyes.

“Haa woh toh festival tha na, iss liye pehni thi.”
“Bahut achi lag rahi thi aap ussme bilkul Madhuri jaisi.”

My mom laughed, and they talked further on society gossipy topics. He started to leave and kept the groceries on the floor. My mother bent down to pick up the bag. I saw the look on Javed’s reaction and deduced he must have had a great view of her cleavage. Sadly I couldn’t see it from my angle.

He smiled and bid goodbye. I was shocked at this behavior of hers. I always assumed her to be a sweet, traditional woman. But I realized everyone has a different side. I knew she was just flirting but my mind was filled with jealousy. I saw her go to her room and I went out of the house to meet my friends.

I was wondering how far was she willing to go and decided to buy a new sim card on my way back. I came back home a few hours later and saw her cooking in the kitchen. I came back to my room and checked the messages from clients. The response was overwhelming.

I made a few calls and registered a bunch of orders for blouses. I went to the dinner table with a smile. “Hey, maa, guess what? We have got a lot of orders. Everyone loves those pics as I told you.” She looked very happy. “Thank God beta now we will make enough money hopefully, all thanks to you.”

She gave me a tight hug. I could feel her soft chest on my chest and started to grow a boner. I pulled away quickly and started eating my dinner. Later she told me she had received a lot of messages to on her phone about the new catalog and people asked her about the ‘model’.

We told everyone that we had hired a model to do it for us. hat night after dinner I activated my sim card and put it in my phone. I put on the profile picture of a muscular guy. I decided to send her a text from that anonymous number appreciating her sarees.

Me(Pandey): Hello Jyotsna ji this is Pandey from Pandey Boutiques. We really loved the new collection of designs.
Maa: Thank you. But I am sorry I didn’t recognize you.
Me: Oh your son recognizes us. He bought some dress pieces from us last week.

Maa: Oh, in that case, thank you. Hope we will stay in business.
Me: Those designs really look good especially on that model. We target that specific demographic. Where did you get that model from?
Mom: Oh she is a friend of mine.

Me: Oh alright, but we might place a big order Jyotsna ji up to 200 pieces a month to you just make sure you send us a few more pictures of your designs.
Mom: Oh the ones we sent you aren’t enough?

Me: They are but we need some more examples. Also, we might send some of our products for your model to try. We are starting a new store for middle-aged women specifically and would love her to try these.
Mom: Oh okay I will ask her.

Me: You have a really great business madam, rarely women are so good at it.
Mom: Thank you very much, haha.
Me: I could not believe that you had a son that old.
Mom: Hahaha a lot of people say that.

Me: Anyways you will get the package in a couple of days. Hopefully, we will get good samples.
Mom: Yes thank you for choosing us. Goodnight.
Me: Goodnight.

I was shocked when she agreed to it and also she hadn’t told me of the conversation she had. I was also surprised at myself about what I was acting like. I had no plan but something inside me was making me do it. I went online and ordered a miniskirt, a chiffon saree, and a lace up dress.

I paid for it and registered the sender as Pandey Boutique giving the other number. The package would arrive in a couple of days. The next day I was sitting in my room wondering how I was going to proceed. Maa entered my room wearing gold and red silk saree. She was showing a little cleavage and her navel.

“Chalo beta we will go to the temple to get some blessings.” I was bored but decided to go anyways as I got to hang out with her. I could see lots of people looking at her and ogling at her body. While returning we had to use the bus. The bus was pretty crowded.

As soon as we got in I could feel the crowd was immense and there was no breathing room. “Stay with me, beta,” she said nervously. I could see that a couple of men who were around her look at her lustily. They looked middle-aged but fit, probably laborers. I decided to see what they were going to do.

The bus was very full and no one could really move much. After a while, I went exactly behind her, and she felt safe. One worker was in front of her with his back towards her. I could see his hand positioned on his back such that if the bus stops his hand would touch moms navel.

Surprisingly maa did not say anything to me. I gave an angry look to that guy and told mom to come near me. The men backed off from me then. But now because of the crowd, me and maa were absolutely stuck to each other. My hand was holding her by the stomach.

“It’s okay beta it’s crowded, hold your mother properly.” I could feel her sweaty skin on my hands. It was really smooth and wonderful and as I feared I started to get a boner. She might have noticed but did not say anything as the crowd was such. My 7.4 inches started to rise and was positioned on her buttocks.

As the crowd increased further my hand was firmly on her navel and stomach and my erection was poking on her butt. When our stop arrived the bus took a sudden break. I gripped her navel tightly and my boner went further inside her saree. “Oh beta,” I heard a soft moan from her.

When we got down I started thinking about what just happened. We started talking normally after a few minutes. That is when she told me we need to take a few more pictures for Mr. Pande’s offer.

“The bus was packed na, maa,” I asked gathering some courage.
“Yes beta but I had you holding me.”
“Sorry, maa, I couldn’t move much in that bus,” I said with fake guilt.
“It is OK beta I understand, it was like a spa massage.”

I was surprised at her talking this way but decided to go with it as she was in a flirty mood. “Yeah, mom I give good massages.”
“Maybe a couple of days later I will need you,” she said to me making me more excited.

We reached home and I took off my shoes and sat on the sofa. We were very tired from today’s journey and needed to get fresh. “I am going to take a bath now beta,” she said and went to her room. I saw her phone lying on the sofa. I knew her password as I helped her learn about the phone.

‘You have a message’, it said while blinking. I pressed on WhatsApp and saw a message from Javed. I opened the chat and noticed that it had only 3-4 messages meaning earlier messages were deleted. There was an image which was blurry as it wasn’t downloaded.

There was a message from Javed saying: ‘Wow! Perfect!’ I pressed download on the image and then became shell shocked. To be continued.

Chapter 2