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Innocence
It is like a pair of magical glasses that you are born with. Through those glasses when you look, all you see around is a fantasy land that you are living in. It’s only after you lose your innocence that you start noticing the truth.
My name is Ashwin and I am 19 years old. By this age, I have a very good idea about what is sex and know what a female naked body looks like. I have seen pictures and studied about sex. I might even brag that I am no longer a virgin.
But there was a time, not a long ago, that I was so blinded to the things that were happening around me, in my own house!
I am the only child to my parents; Nabha, my mother and Harinath, my father. While my father lived in Mumbai for work, my mother and I stayed in this peaceful place I call home. In an open field on a hill, I lived in a small house. Although only two of us lived in the house, I had many friends from college.
I was happy with my life and so was my mother. Or at least I thought so. My father would visit us twice a year when he used to stay with us for a week each time. I could see my mother being cheerful and happy when he was around. But when he wasn’t, she was alone, lonely!
I didn’t notice her loneliness as I used to spend my entire day outside and return only in the night to eat and sleep. Father was earning well and always came bearing a lot of gifts for us. But the last time he came empty-handed. He said it was a surprise. He kept quiet until the last day.
Only before leaving, he told us that he is planning to demolish this house and build a bigger one. He has already paid the contractor. I was happy to finally get my room. Father went away and in the following days, the contractor brought four workers who were supposed to work on our house building project.
He set up a tent where we would have to live temporarily. The tent had everything, from cot to sleep, a small kitchen, clothes and other stuff of ours stacked in a corner. One end of the tent opened into our old toilet cum bathroom which was kept to be demolished last.
And on the other side, there was a big stack of wood that was supposed to be used for construction. Out of the four workers, two were women while two were men. The women I wasn’t much concerned with. But it is the men I should have paid more attention to.
John, a 50-55 year perv old widower and Wasim, a 35-40-year-old gentleman. Since the workers had started working at our house, my mother appeared to be cheerful, happy, having people around the house.
My mother, Nabha, was a conservative dresser. She wore a sari at all times with barely showing any skin. She used to even cover her belly and navel. The only time she wore maxis was when father came home. But things had changed since the construction work on our house began.
She started dressing more casually. Wearing loose saris, maxi during the morning and while going to bed. I had noticed that but didn’t care much about it. A lot was happening in my life as well.
I was studying in college which had actual girls in it for a change. I made a rich friend called Dipin. The studies were as usual but the highlight of the day was when Dipin used to bring new Playboy magazines for me to watch. It contained pictures of naked mature women.
Despite living under the same roof with my mother, I had to see the magazine pictures to learn what a female body looks like under the clothes. In college, we were taught about sex, but that was boring because they didn’t use pictures or videos.
I slept through that class just as I used to sleep through science and mathematics ones. The pictures I used to watch made me feel aroused. But I didn’t know what that feeling was except for the fact that it felt good. Every time Dipin used to bring magazines, I used to read them and give them back.
I felt embarrassed to ask why my dick was growing watching those pictures. I should have asked my father. But he was never around and something stopped me from asking about it to my mother.
One morning Dipin was late for college. The class had begun and he joined us late. He appeared scared as he came and sat next to me. Seeing him I smiled and whispered.
“Did you bring more Playboy?” I asked, pushing his shoulder to get his attention. Meanwhile, he was lost in something.
“Did you bring…?” I asked again.
Dipin nodded, “No.” he was stuttering, “Th… there… is a pr… problem.”
“If you have to read more playboy, then we will have to read it at your place,” he whispered back to me. I smiled in return. The deal was done.
The next day at 6, I was done with my bath and waiting for Dipin outside the tent. He walked with a playboy magazine, smiling as we approached the tent.
“We’ll sit in the tent, no one will disturb us there,” I pointed and walked him in. Getting comfortable on the cot we started reading the magazine. More like admiring the nude pictures. I was very much aroused. So was he, based on the expressions on his face and boner in his pants, the same as mine.
I was curious and wanted to ask him about it, but I didn’t. We continued to flip through pages. From time to time I was peeking at his pants watching his erection. I was waiting for the right time to ask. It took me a whole 5 minutes to gather courage as I said.
“Dipin, can you tell…” I was interrupted by a screeching sound of the bathroom door opening.
“Someone’s inside. Quick hide behind the wood stack,” I said and we jumped off the cot and hid behind the stack of wood hoping to not get caught.
It was 6:30 as I saw my mother step out of the bathroom. She was wearing just a white thin fabric towel around her that covered her body from her boobs to her thighs.
“I should have known,” I said to myself hitting my head. “I bath at 6 and my mother at 6:30.” It was the routine.
The fear of getting caught had brought my erection down. But seeing my mother in that state made me hard again. Even though her breasts and pussy were covered. Her huge visible cleavage and bare legs made her look prettier than all the women in the magazine combined.
I had not seen so much of her skin before. I never realized that my mother had the body of an actress. I was getting bad thoughts so I closed my eyes and looked away. I realized that my friend Dipin was there too. “What if he sees my mother like that?” I thought as with a shock I turned to look at him.
Fortunately, Dipin too was scared and looked away before he could see much. Perhaps, he was also scared as I could see his eyes tightly shut and him shivering with fear of getting caught.
“The real deal is a thousand times better than the pictures,” I said to myself as I was tempted to turn around. In the meantime, Nabha was drying her hair with another piece of cloth. I never call her by name. But in the current situation, I better not address her as ‘mother’ while I get dirty thoughts watching her.
Nabha was closer than before. While she was unaware of our presence and I continued to stare. The towel was wet and so I was able to see through to her round brown nipples. As she walked towards a cupboard for some reason I ogled at her round butt stretching the fabric of the wet towel.
I could see the towel rise. I got a glimpse of the lower side of her butt cheeks when she bent to look in the cupboard. Taking out a maxi she decided to put it on. I feared that at any moment she might drop the towel and expose her entire body before she put on the maxi.
I feared Dipin might see her naked and wanted to ensure he wasn’t looking. But my eyes were glued to her sexy figure. Fortunately, she did the sensible thing of wearing the maxi first and then swiftly pulled out the towel before the maxi lowered down to her feet.
To some extent, I was disappointed as I didn’t see Nabha naked. But fortunately neither did my friend. I was still looking as if using my X-ray vision to see through her maxi. But then she turned and started walking towards us. I hid back behind the wood stack, closing my eyes, looking up praying to god to not get caught.
“It’s her panty,” I realized. Just above us ran a rope on which we hung our underwear. Among them was her white panty. She came close to pick the same. Turning away from us, she put the panty, first the left leg and then the right and then slowly pulled it up along with the maxi to wear it in place.
My heart was beating so fast that her every movement appeared to me in slow motion. It was for a fraction of a second but I got a glimpse of her round bare ass. She was so close that I could easily extend my arm and touch her butt. But I would never do that.
Still, I saw a hand approaching her butt, ready to make contact. Shocked, I turned to see Dipin. While his right hand was on his erection moving, he extended his left hand to cop-a-feel. I didn’t understand what Dipin was doing holding his penis in his hand tight and rubbing it.
His eyes were glued on Nabha’s butt and he tried touching it. But then he saw me staring and pulled his hands back. He was embarrassed that he took his hand off his penis and pulled up his pants. He waited for my mother to leave. Once she was gone, he simply said, “Sorry,” and then ran away with the magazine.
It’s been three weeks since that incident and I haven’t seen Dipin since. But I guess that’s my fault. I never tried talking to him, even when I saw him. I no longer got to watch pictures of nude women. But I didn’t need them as a living breathing hot model walked around the house showing off her sexy figure.
That day I lost my innocence as I started noticing new things. My mother had gotten close to the workers Wasim and John who worked at our house. I started skipping college to spy on my mother. I wanted to see what she did daily. What I found out as shocking.
I caught John countless times staring at my mother’s ass. Quite often he tried to brush her ass cheek while passing by. This one time John spanked my mother hard while he pretended to slip and fall. In the meantime, she was attracted to young muscular Wasim.
I noticed that she was flirting with Wasim showing more skin while around him. Her pallu slipped very frequently as she bent down while exposing her chest to him. In response, Wasim used to give a simple smile and walk away. I respected him for that, for not making a move on her.
Once while moving a heavy object, Nabha’s boobs popped out and Wasim simply closed his eyes. “Nabha is dressing like a slut for Wasim and wants to fuck him.” I still didn’t know what ‘fucking’ meant. It was just something I heard guys say at college.
But one thing was for sure, I was liking how it felt to see my mother naked. I was looking out opportunities to see Nabha naked, at least once a day. Not out of some perverted desire, but out of curiosity.
“Why does it feel so nice to see a woman without her clothes?”
I heard it from the guys that if a woman keeps her pussy hair clean shaved, that means she is desperate for sex. I just wanted to know if she craved it.
“What is sex?” I still used to wonder. I used to ask my teachers who were all female. They would simply blush and walk away. My curiosity was growing every day.
I became like Sherlock Holmes, looking for clues, hints, signs. Every day the same routine, me hiding behind the wood stack. She steps out of the bathroom wearing a towel, putting on the maxi, removing the towel. Finally wearing her white panty before walking out of the tent.
I used to get an erection every time. I did nothing and it became small again after some time. I had seen her countless times removing the panty from the rope just over my head and putting it on.
“I’m missing something. I’m missing something!” This is all I could say to myself not realizing what I was looking for. The clue that was in front of me all this time, “I’m missing… something…”
Then it hit me.
“Isn’t she supposed to wear a bra too? Okay, if she doesn’t want to wear a bra, that’s fine. But where did all her bras go?” This was a mystery I was determined to solve, which I did.
A week later I found the bra thief. I caught him while he used her bra to rub his penis as Dipin did. It was the old man John, hiding behind the tree with his pants down. As he kept on rubbing suddenly he shouted, “Ahh!” and white fluid came out falling on the tree. “It’s not like regular pee,” I wondered.
I called him out shouting, “John uncle!”
He panicked throwing my mother’s bra on the side and pulled up his pants. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” he kept on saying.
“What were you doing there John uncle, with my mother’s bra?”
“Nothing… I was just cleaning my…” he said pointing at his penis. He panicked and was scared as if I caught him doing something very wrong. That’s when I realized that he has the information I want. I walked to him, fell on my knees and joining hands I begged,
“Please, tell me everything you know about sex!”
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In this day and age, we know everything about sex, thanks to the internet. Young kids who have not even reached puberty know about sex. I don’t know if that is good or bad. Still, there are some naive boys and girls who officially become an adult still they don’t know about sex.
Now, what they learn can be good or bad depending on the source of information. This is something very serious which I hope to explore through this series. Please comment and share so that more people can enjoy my stories.
In the next part – Old man John is not a nice guy and he wants to fuck that milf Nabha. Now the question is what does he teach Ashwin about sex?
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