("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42