(Chapter Q)
My right leg was on floor and my son put my left leg on table. Within a fraction of second, I opened in front of my son. Material of V-String was so less, that both lips of my crack goes out of panty. As if moon came out from cover of clouds. A faint sound erupted from my son’s gullet- Maaaaaaa. My little baby licked his dried lips and with faint voice ordered me to put hands back of my head.
With his quivering hands, he attacks on my crack with camera. As a true (un)professional he shoots me from many angles. To help him I suggested him- Son if you lie in floor, you can get sharp angle.
He lay between my legs and aim 3D camera on my crack. He asked me to gyrate. I obeyed. He shoots me for minute. To make it more interesting, sometime I bend like ‘shit’ position. I know it is too much for a son to see this. He came out under my legs and brought a thick book. One of my husband’s friends gifted it. It was 6inch thick. He placed it in corner of dining table and put my leg over it. Now it made me more open. Because of height now, I am standing on toe of my right feet only. My son shoots his mother’s panty and surrounding flesh from 2-3 inch distances. Sometime he zoomed. I know which SPOT he is zooming. After 5minutes, my legs start shaking. But I firmly stand in that position. My son again slips between my legs. Now he is getting more juicy & crispy scenes of his mother. I saw he lowered his ‘Boxer Shorts’ and his GIGANTIC ROD dancing in air. He is perspiring too.
My son said-Ma watch your balance.
I said- Beta I am firmly standing! You watch your steps. Can you handle me???????
Son- ‘yessss maaaaa.
Me-I don’t think so! Come on shoot me with more panties.
Son- No Ma, back of yours is still to be shoot!
Me- You are shooting me or my panty.
My words embarrassed him. He moved behind me and starts shooting my butt. Yes plain flesh of his mother’s butt as lace of panty only covered my butt crack.
Then my son gave me another V- String. I said- no more hip huggers?
He said- you wear this only. This new one is just attachment of two threads. One for waist and another loop like for both cracks. My motherly heart cried. My eyes became moist. Nothing will remain for imagination after I wore this. My son completed my nakedness. Ignoring my motherly cries I changed my panty by turning back from my son’s piercing looks. I could not gather courage to turn back. I tried to say something but my throat is dried. My son gave me a bottle of coke. I thought how understanding and caring my son is. But diary, his intentions are not to quench my thirst but to distract me for few minutes so he can took my “Milk Pouch” photos.
(Chapter Coke & Mirror)
To drink coke I moved up my hands. Without wasting a second, he snapped sides of my breasts. I hurriedly covered breasts with my other hand and turned towards him. I tried to say something but he push bottle more in my mouth and starts snapping my open armpit I did not oppose him & slowly drank coke. While drinking, hiding of two breasts with one hand is difficult and it exposes other’s nipppee. My son knows it well. I was not comfortable with my open nips but could not get courage to stop him. All these years of mental torture by husband and in laws made me timid. I did not want to lose my one and only son. If he wants to keep these photos with him, it is ok. By this way, I will shortly & metaphysically remain before his eyes. That time he will forget other girls Just the moment I finished my coke he hold my arms and pull me in front of a big old mirror fixed in wall. I stand facing the mirror. I had no time to say him anything. He starts shooting my back. I was looking myself in mirror. A traditional, homely woman in her forties with hand bra only. Her 19-year son is filming her panty in back. In that dim light, also I could not match eye-to-eye contact with my own mirror image.
With big shame, I looked my eyes in mirror. It is a penis rising image for a man. However, I am happy that he is only filming my back otherwise; he can saw my shameful face. My baby son said- Ma covers your “top” with hairs and put your hands on waist I obeyed. My son starts a pedestal fan and positioned towards me. Its air almost blew my long shining silky hairs from my ‘TOP’. I tried to cover but son understand this and caught my hands. He said- Ma’ back crotch of panty is very beautiful. However, it inserted inside. Put your fingers and pulled up slightly so I can take its good picture. Hearing this I was stunned. I tried to say NO, but seeing my image in mirror my throat dried again and I do exactly what my son wanted. After all, it is a panty shoot and I am just a model. I have no right to deny photographer what he thinks right for highlighting object.
Truly, my arse crack eaten up the material of panty inside, so it seems that butt buns are naked. I moved my hands back and put my two index fingers inside of panty and pulled it outwards. Material was very thin and soft. One finger was enough to broaden it but my plan was to prevent my baby to see his mother’s brownish puckered hole Forceful air of “Bajaj high speed pedestal fan” blew all hairs over “TOP.” I cannot save my both ends. It was a self-bondage by my own hands. I either had only one option, cover breasts or hide my arse hole. I again applied my intelligence and thought he is not looking my front, so for the time being my breast was safe, so hide brown hole from his invading camera and eyes.
What I totally forgot is other four cameras and mirror. My son is more intelligent than I am. He anticipated all situations. He was preparing for that. I thought to do something naughty. I made a big HOOH sound I turned back and bow. He surprised & moved back1 inch. I made a big “O” kissing lip. My Booooboooos jiggles-His eyes sparkled. Then I showed him my left middle finger & again big “O” kissing lips. He moves forward, but I thumbed up and made a gesture to go back. He was unmoved and waited for my sexual approval. With thumbs-up & smile I Said-” Go back & take picture of my panty. With low head, he obeyed & fixed two cameras at my behind. I again got a naughty mood. To cheer up dozy son; I move up my buttock & shake. He regained energy and came in front of me. He put back my both hands over my butt.
The scene was as if I am bowing before my son with hands in back. Now I am more vulnerable in front too. My all intelligence failed. My son pushed my head down little more. He collects all hairs on my side. I get unbalanced and my head fell on my son’s “Steel Rod.” To balance, I move out hands from panty but he quickly catches my elbows and stopped my hands from moving out.Touching of mother’s forehead made his spend dick to become hard again. Pulsating sensation of his Iron Bar on my forehead causes me to giggle.
Son Said- Ma’, that OK. You should smile and laugh continuously. This makes film watchable.
I thought Oh God how I forget to smile. It is the first & foremost requirement of model to look happy. I Said-” Ok. But I am falling.
Son Said- No Ma’ your legs are too close. Widen your legs.
I slowly widen my legs. He starts shooting me from front. Lot of my facial expressions. I didn’t remind him, that it is not a model shoot it is panty shoot. I was smiling in various pose. Shut lips, opened lips and sometime protrude my tongue to tease him. He was happier seeing my pink succulent tongue. His other cameras are automatically & secretly filming my breasts in mirror. Then my naughty baby moved to my right side and sat on his knees. I Said-” ‘Beta’, put something under your knees otherwise, it will hurt you. He said- just one second Ma’.
I said-” No ‘Beta’ you may take several minutes to filming me so please put my soft cheeky panties beneath your knees. He happily obeyed me. I was happy too. My little son is very obedient to his mother. He put down few cheeky panties on floor and kneeled down over them. These cheeky panties are on my body few minutes ago and covering my nudity, now crushing under my little baby’s feet. I thought I may also get this fate, to be crushed under baby son. Oh God!!!!
He fixed 2cameras in my two sides- front & back and with 3D, raided on my body My son starts capturing sides of my breasts from sides. My breasts are hanging like ripe MANGOES in tree. I could not help myself. My hands are widening panty’s back crotch. Hairs are on opposite side. Cold air of fan strikes on my face. Moreover, I am half bending from my waist. Simultaneously all 4+1 cameras are making sounds of- Zoooom- Zoooom- Zoooom- Click-Clich– woosh-woosh- Click- Clich and low soft humming sound of internal circuits. It was a foray with no scope to defend, rather welcoming invader with smile. Each zoom sound decrease my one heart beat, God knows which secret portion of my body’s flesh get caught by these obnoxious cameras. Son almost stopped at my heaving breasts. Normal human breathing is 70 per minute. Mine reduced to 35 per minute but still I am alive and smiling.
(Chapter Zoom on Breasts)
He zoomed once. I understood, he captured my full right breast in one frame. 2 minutes filmed my luscious breasts. He zoomed 2X. I understood, he captured middle of my right breast in one frame. 2 more minutes filmed my wobbling ripe melons with faint heart sound. He zoomed 4X. I understood, he captured space between areola and white skin in one frame. 3 minute filmed my pulsating blue veins. Hot blood running in my veins made this section extremely watchable. He zoomed 8X. Capture my full areola in one frame. Each flow of hot blood in veins of areola is making it flickering like candle light. 3 minutes of filming by my son making me nervous and I was about to fall. This wobbles my breasts more. More flow of blood in veins of areola flicker it more. With extreme mental power, I controlled my muscles and prevent falling. Son filmed me three more minutes in that frame. My nervous face is picturing by front camera. I was looking at it foolishly. Smiling all the time. Then my little son zoomed 16X.My heartbeat stopped. 16X, that means now it is my nipple. That tiny nipple he captured in one single frame. All the rings and folds around it now exposed before my little son. Even I have not seen them ever properly. Another 4 minutes picturization of enlarged photo of my nipple. Lastly, he zoomed 35X.
Now what remain to see more? Oh God? As a mother I, know-it is tiny “Montgomery Bumps” around my nipple. These are small lactiferous bumps on women areola, which lubricate areola during breastfeeding so baby does not feel dry breast and it also prevent areola from rupture by baby’s gums. Oh my god. During breastfeeding days my son was extremely fond of these Montgomery bumps and rubbed his toothless gums for hours over them. He felt delighted then. He is fulfilling his infancy’s fetish. Oh God. Oh God. My brain became blank. I forgot time. I forcefully kept opened my eyes and smile before camera. Thoughts drove me in past memories. Times of son’s delivery date. What a great pain I endured to bear him 9 months in my womb. What a Himalayan pain I endured to birthed him. Like other Bihari women, it was my dream too to give birth a SON. My baby fulfilled my desire. He made me proud mother of a BOY. Cannot I bear this little pain for him now? Yes, certainly. All these thoughts created pressure in my bowels and I was about to burst fart. I altered my thoughts. Fart will embarrass me more, so I put middle finger of my left hand over anus. Corking of anus prevented emission of wind but sound. Son smiled. This made me nervous and hurriedly I remove finger from anus. The soft material of panty could not bear so much mishandling and break from middle. All my low heart rate increased to full speed. To distract son, I wobble my breasts more. This time my intelligence worked and my son move more closely to my breasts than to go to my back.
But I totally forgot the back camera which precisely captured all the precious actions in the back. My son can see second by second actions later. This embarrasses me more, what my son will think? His mother is fingering anus. I could not think more as my son lie-down on floor under my breasts. With 35X Zoom he starts capturing my other breasts. But he soon moved to my belly. It was his other favorite place.
All the puffy flab of my tummy was hanging and it is complementing my meloneous breasts. 3 minutes filming of my abdomen did not satisfy him. I could not hold the tattered panty anymore and it slips out of my body. First, my son could not understand how it happened? But he turned camera on my “Inguinal Region”. I stand up straight (without his permission) and covered my boobs and “Puss” with either hand. For my baby boy it was snatching of umbrella in scorching sun. With anger, he stands up too. Before he could shout I made a sad face & said- Sorry ‘Beta’ I tore your panty. My tone, gesture, facial expression and body style pacify my son and he said- Ma’ it is YOUR panty. I said-” Yes ‘Beta’ please give me another, I will shoot for entire night. Happy son pulled another set. V string Thong was deep parrot green with 2-2 small golden rings attached in sides. Two separate threads are to be used to fasten them. Green colored threads are very long and almost touching ground. Panty was very low raised so most of my sasquatch inguinal region will remain exposed all the time of shooting. There was a matching bikini too, not for my wearing but to hang on booobooos.
In next 10 minutes session he changed my 20 panties. I was tired now. Tears rolled down from my eyes.
(Chapter Over Sofa, Nose & Philosophy)
My son understood his mother’s problem. He holds my shoulders and laid me on sofa on my breasts. Now I felt little courage. To give him some panoramic view I dropped right leg on floor, slide hairs on side and give him a lovely sweet smile. I know my moist eyes combined with my looks will give him good pose. Little did I know it also gave him new & gigantic erection? This I understood when my son purposely came in front of my mouth and starts shooting my back and butt from top angle. The eccentric, toxic scent of his penis under the boxer shorts trickle my mind ‘ON’. I forget right or wrong. I know son was not looking on my face but shooting my butt flesh.Diary, Women inside me won over my motherhood. I inhaled nose full of aroma of my son’s manhood. My motherhood regretted me with first smell of son’s manly fragrance.Diary, believe me, truly I tried to control myself and tried to move back. But long deprivation of sex and companion of young, virile man made my motherhood to lose out.
All hormones flushed in mybody. Chemical change happened inside my middle-aged body. Women inside me, a true bubbly, lively, bitchy woman won. Diary, I am happy. Happy to lose out motherhood. I no longer believe in mother – son relation. My son is man for me and I am simply a woman for him. He is desperate to win me and I am desperate to lose to him. So tell me diary where we are wrong. Will it be right, if I start flirting with any outsider who is not from our caste? Or silently bear all torture of in-laws and husband’s torture, get old and die in dark corner of village house. Should I have to die without getting or giving bodily pleasures? God cannot wipe out my in-laws. That’s why he sends my son through my body. He loves me, I love him. He loves my flesh. His body is made up with my own flesh. So what is the wrong if our flesh melts with each other?
No, I will NOT stop him his adventures towards me. But society is not permitting girl to move first. Let him to do all first attempts. As a mother, I will definitely resist and oppose him. But not discourage him. Slowly -slowly he will get me. Diary, my thoughts changed my beliefs. Without hesitation I touched my own son’s ‘Boxer Shorts’ with my nose and inhaled his manly aroma. Several touching of nose made my son to discomfort. He thought, it is because of his movements. Little he knows his mother fall fully in love with him. Yes Diary, I am confessing- I LOVE MY SON- I LOVE MY SON- I LOVE MY SON. I want to yell at top of my voice to the world. Alas, I am not saying this to my son. My eyes moisten. Diary I still fear society. Still little amount of motherhood is alive inside me. Don’t worry cruel world I will kill, I will kill this motherhood. Then nobody can stop me from loving my son, my flesh, my creation. I gave him many naughty poses, like bending back legs from knees, standing on sofa in doggy pose, chewing own hairs, wagging tongue etc. he motivated his model with sweet words.
(Chapter Lay Back on Sofa)
Suddenly my son turned me back. Now I am lying on sofa with breasts up. He gets bored shooting only my back & butt. Now he needs some lively flesh of his mother. He dropped my left leg from sofa. I smiled. His manly aroma is still inside my nostrils. I widened my legs more. Not satisfied he took
my right leg and placed on backrest of sofa. Then he inserted cushion beneath my butt. This made me more open and wide stretched. V String Thong did its work superbly. Making me completely open just covered my crack. By the order of my young son, I loosely covered my motherly breasts with two blue and white colored seamless thongs. My baby boy attacked my crack with his camera. Inch by inch he scanned my pubic area with his powerful cannon. He concentrated at least two to three minutes at each inch of my vaginal lips and pubic mound.I was lying, so could not saw what he is doing between my legs. I asked him- Beta you want any help from me. My baby boy said- Ma your legs are too closed. I was surprised. I thought I am fully opened but my son is saying opposite. Then I understand he wants displacement of material from my crack.
I politely remind him -Beta you are shooting panties only. If you didn’t getting view of crotch material then change its position. You are allowed to do so. Again, my son’s answer silenced me. Hesaid- Ma there is no question of your allowing. I am not asking for your permission. Only suggest me how to take this thin material’s zoom photo!Humiliated, I said beta for that you have to put something dark, behind crotch material, which lifts up material from body. Support should be hard but as thin as material, or it will overshadow material.
(Chapter Refill Insertion)
Son searched room and brought something. I wondered what he had found so thin and dark to place there. It was a blue ballpoint pen refill. My son pulls ‘looped thread material’ of V-String Thong and fit that refill vertically. I admire my son. After all, he developed super brain from my breasts milk.Plastic refill lifted entire crotch material and totally hide behind thread. But it exposed my crack too. I slightly closed my opened legs. This infuriated my baby boy. He almost ripped me from middle by stretching my left leg up to hilt. I arched from waist & cried. He didn’t stopped and place religious “Q”book beside my foot to restrict it from displacement.
Further he bends my right knee and ordered me to hold it with my right hand. Legs are almost opened horizontally. I never done gymnastics but today I have get that pose, like young Russian gymnasts. His camera gun starts shooting my crotch. He is again pretending to shoot panty but I, his mother, knows that my son is filming my vagina. Now there is lot of space between panty and my crack. He pushed lens inside panty and starts filming. Hundreds of zoom sound confirmed me; he is filming centimeter-by-centimeter of my vaginal lips and joint of lips. He will make approximately 1000 of stills of each zoom. Thousand times his lens hood touched my vaginal lips. Every touch shudder me. Not a single time Iobjected to it. I was so motionless that I know my shudders will add some motion in video otherwise; it will look like only still photo.
I ooze little menstrual blood glob. I am sure Camera silently snapped drop-by-drop secretion. Yes, diary for half minute and half-milliliter gush camera catches 600 frames (@20snaps /sec). It was a lifetime feast for my son to see gush of his mother’s period blood. I am disappointed that my pubic hairs are obstructing his pleasures. Little I know he likes each of my pubic hair and snapping them minutely.
(Chapter Jump from Table )
There is a proverb in Hindi-“Aaa bail mujhe maar” means come on bull hit me. I exactly did this when I sat back & tell my son that he filmed enough of normal pose now he should think on some real action scene.
He asked-Such as?
I Said-” Like a morning glory flower just opened in front of camera.
Son Said- Ma’ How it is possible?
I Said-” No need of actual flower. You can supplement it. Like old Hindi films, when kiss means showing of two striking flowers. My son sat beside me with some anticipation. Put one hand on my shoulder and other on my thigh. I sensed danger. Covered both breasts with left hand I quickly put my right hand over his and tried to push out. But find, his hands are so firmly griped my thigh that a feminine force cannot dislodge it. I stopped and lightened my pressure on his hand.
But now my son’s grip over my shoulder and thigh increased. He pulled me more near to him. I saw his Dong stands up again. Its heat I was feeling on my hand. All cameras are on. With parch throat and broken voice I Said-“Like wrapped towel opened and a lady emerge in bikinis. And I cursed myself because I know what will happen next- another mind-boggling photo session. Happy son flashed with joy. He inserted his fingers deeply in my flesh and said- Wow Ma’ I will add more spice in this scene. You will jump from table and towel open in air.
Hearing this I swallow saliva but smilingly looked at him and said- Yes why not? Let’s do it. We stand up. Son positioned cameras. I brought a white towel and wrapped in front of camera. Son asked me to change panty and gave me another tying panty with long tie threads. Now I am used to change panties in front of camera and son so it didn’t bother me. Moreover, towel saved my “Top” too. Cooperative son aided me to climb on table by pushing my buttocks. I am almost 40 years old. The three feet height is frightening me to jump. Seeing my fear, my son encouraged me but I hesitated.
After his 20 requests in one minute, I did not jump then he became furious and stomp angrily in the room. He screech Ma’ you cannot do this. You wasted my time. His harsh words & acts moistened my eyes and heavy hearted. I decided to jump anyway; even it hurts or broke my bones. With mixed feeling of shame, fear, and courage, I jumped on sofa, just to show him I regard him. My baby’s camera turned to sofa. What? Nothing happened. My towel did not open.
Son Said- Ma’ short height did not opened towel. You have to jump on floor. Again, I climbed on table. Son asked me to sit. I sat like monkey. Crotch of panty exposed from cover of towel. Son loosened my towel, so it easily opens during jump. All cameras are ready to capture my artistic pose.
With 1-2-3, I gathered all courage, chanted Goddess Vaisno Devi’s name and jumped from table to floor. Nothing happened. Towel fall only after I push from inside. My baby son gets disappointed. I could not see his gloomy face. I console him. I said ‘Beta’ try more I will succeed. Then we tried another four times. All wasted. Towel never opened during jump or in air. In general, we observed towels fell from body in awkward situations but when needed it never opens up.
My son sat on sofa disappointedly. I Throw towel on floor and covered breasts with right hand. I sat beside him & ruffle his hairs. I thought my semi naked bodies will sooth him, but no. He did not move his hands on my thighs, which he is fond of. I dropped my hands from my breasts and hold his right hand & placed on my thigh. He did not lift his head to see my naked breasts. I understand matter is serious. He is desperate to shoot action scene of opening of my towel. I thought I have to do something concrete which opens my towel while jumping. An idea strike my mind & I run to my room. Within a minute, I came with a needle and white thread. Without covering my breasts, I sat beside him.
He said- I thought you went to sleep.
I Said-” How can I sleep, when my Sona ‘Beta’ is sad? See this needle & thread. I will stitch the back of towel with this strong “Coats Amito™” thread and attach other end with hook in wall. When I jumps from table this thread stops towel to move with me and I will land on floor without towel. My little sons face brightened like afternoon sun. With lot of smiles he hold my waist and said- Really Ma’, this is superb idea. But change this panty and wore another.
And he untied my pantystrings. Put his hand in my crotch and pulled down panty. Panty moved from my groin by rubbing arse crack and peritonea. It bothered me but I prefer silence to keep him happy.I slightly lifted my arse and inserted another Thong, sitting beside him. Then as planned stitch towel with thread and attach other end with wall hook. Then I climbed on table and wrap towel on body. Son was behind the camera. Not ready to lose single moment. I moved near to wall so the intensity of jump increase. With his 1-2-3, I jumped from table. Wow. Thanks to goddess, Vaisno Devi towel opened up this time and I landed on floor only with thong panty. Son was extremely delighted and he too jumped with joy. Seeing joyful son which mother will not feel happy? I also.
I Said-” Happy Now?
Son Said- YES Ma’. You know, the towel opened up like an umbrella and you emerged like a “Pari” (angel). You know Ma’, you forget to cover your “Top” and it dropped like a “Daab” (green coconut) from tree.
His words embarrassed me. I thought I purposely do this to make him happy. But I keep mum. I invited another “Aa Bail mujhe maar” situation. I said- Why not to try different poses and panties?And again I thought, shit me! Why I didn’t keep my mouth shut? Why I am inviting trouble for myself?
Joyfully son said- Ma’ you snatched words from my mouth. But try to jump little high so I can film your panty.
Son placed one camera on floor to film in low angle. It was placed such way that I will fall just above it. So it can take picture of my panty clearly. He said it is my target.
I was ready again on table. Don’t know how many times to perform? As desired by son, I lowered panty. Not satisfied he pulled half inch more and just above my love nib. He positioned pedestal fan towards me. My thick curly pubic fur was flying in all direction.Son ordered me to widen my legs and pose like runner. Then I wrap towel & just little corner of it inserted in. strong air caused corners of towels starts flying before jump. I barely save it. It barely holds on my body. Any moment it can slip out but not when my son desired. Poor boy indeed. Inside towel, I lowered my panty more as a surprise gift for son. In fact, I rolled down entire material from my buttocks. Son thought I am pulling up panty and strongly rebuke me.
I said- shut up and wait for jump so you can see I am not pulling up.
He shouted- Then what are you doing inside towel? Why your hands are moving?
I Said-” JUST SHUT UP and count.
He positioned cameras and said-Ma’ I am WARNING you not to cover “Top.”
His words are making me angry. More I am collaborating more he is becoming rude like his father.
Without any word I smiled and with 1-2-3… Jumped. This time little high and opened hands. To save both camera and me and avoiding shouts of little devil, I widen my legs and precisely landed on floor straight over camera. My knees bend & somehow manage to prevent fall on camera. But my panty crotch touched camera. It filmed sudden opening of my vagina due to impact of forceful jump. Even though I manage to keep, open my hands.I looked at son whether he is happy or not? He did not trust that I lowered panty inside towel.
That little devil bends and ogle between my legs whether I was telling truth or not. Seeing this much lower than his pulling and all pubic fur was flying, he stands up but did not express sorry. No matter, always mothers sacrifice for sons. I too did not bother him on this. I do not expect sorry from him or his father, grandfather etc. But his behavior irked me and I covered my Booboos. To irk him too, I asked him- Did you position any camera in back?
He said- No, why?
I turned back and showed him my half-open buttock and said- For this! He widened his eyes with surprise. Said- Oh Ma’ I missed a great shot.
I said-” No problem! We can do again.
Then he gave me a tiny beachwear panty with long side tie. I climb on table. While climbing a faint pain generate on my abdomen. It was my dysmenorrheal pain. All this monkey jumping, my old body could not absorb and it triggered dysmenorrheal pain. I hold my belly and pause for a second. Son shouted Ma’ hurry up. I ignored pain, climbed and wrap towel and change panty inside. Seeing me delaying, son too came on table and raised towel in back. Tied one side of panty very loosely, then untied other knot and retie loosely. He moved back and few minutes do something with towel and panty. He didn’t allow me to look back.
I asked him- What are you doing? Need any help? Shall I remove towel? Anything wrong with this panty? Do I wear another panty? Don’t pull down my panty. Tell me, I’ll change. Any difficulty with stitching?He poked sharply in my back thigh muscles and said- Ma’ don’t babble. Look into camera and stand straight. God knows what he did with my towel and panty in back?
He came down from table, removed camera from floor and positioned all 3 in different angle. I was surprised. Don’t he need close ups? But my own pain is increasing. All these jumping generated spasm in my hypo gastric region particularly in urinary bladder. Very strongly I controlled my spasmodic pain. Son could not understand this and shout- 1-2-3 JUMP, and I jumped. This time I push myself higher in air and spreads open all four limbs in air. My little devil baby son tied strings of panty with towel. When I jumped in air, panty opened with towel and fell on table before I could land on floor. Diary, my son filmed his nude jumping mother. I understood this when I was in the air. That was too late to cover modesty. Nudeness’ Panic triggered more spasm & pain in lower belly and vision become blank.