S: Are you still in the bathroom?
V: Yes.
S: Are you alone?
Why was he asking that? she wondered.
V: Yes, why?
S: Loose the panties and bra!
Veena sucked in a breath at the idea. The forcefulness in her son’s message coming through. Where has this Sameer come from? she thought.
V: WHAT???
S: You heard me, I want you to take off your bra and panties. I want to know that you are completely naked under your clothes.
The idea of going naked under her clothes was strangely attractive and intriguing. What would I feel like to just have nothing under her shalwar kameez?
V: Sameer, that is asking for too much.
She waited for her son’s response.
S: I want you to know and feel how sexy you are. NOW DO IT!
Veena looked at the message for a few seconds. Her heart beat faster at the words, her son not only found her sexy but wanted her to feel the same. Thinking about the message and all that it implied she struggled with what to do.
*****
Sameer waved to his mother catching her attention, customers were few at the time of the day but even then, he noticed quite a few head turn to watch his mother’s passage. He sighed at her sexy walk. Veena took her seat in front of Sameer with her back to the patio.
“I have ordered tea and snacks.” he informed her.
His mother nodded in agreement as she set her purse on the table. Sameer wanted to ask her about her panties and bra, but couldn’t decide how to broach the subject. Accepting that it was one request to far, he wondered how his mother would behave towards him now.
“This place is really nice.” observer Veena.
“Yeah, the new rest stops along the highway are better than the old ones, and with more families travelling by road it was needed.” agreed Sameer.
The waiter came and delivered their order. Veena took off her dupatta (long scarf) and put it to the side as she reached for her tea. Sameer who was about to sip his tea ran an appreciative look over his mother’s body, as his eyes passed over her breasts they stopped and the tea cup remained suspended in the air.
He could clearly see his mother’s nipples making two small tents on her kameez, as if she was without a bra or was especially aroused. Noticing his lack of movement, Veena looked at her son and gave him a shy smile even as she blushed.
She did it, she is not wearing her bra, did she also take of her panties? he wondered.
“Did you do as I asked?” said Sameer.
Veena nodded, looking down into her tea, blushing even more.
“How does it feel?” asked Sameer.
“It feels strange, I have never done anything like this, even at night I usually wear a bra & panties.” said Veena, “But it’s also freeing.”
“What did you do with the bra and panties?” asked Sameer.
When his mother indicated towards her purse, Sameer pulled it towards him and opened it. Seeing the white lacy bra, he pushed it to the side and took her panties in his hand, keeping it inside the purse so no one could see what he was doing, he felt the dampness on them.
“They are damp.” he observed.
“I got wet in the car with what we were doing.” said Veena, shyly.
“Hmmm…so what are you going to do about it the rest of the way?” asked Sameer.
Startled, Veena looked at her son. Seeing the look in his eyes she realized that he had more ideas for the rest of the drive.
“No matter we will figure something out.” said Sameer, smiling, “The weather at this time is really nice, I thought it would be much hotter this time of year.”
“Yeah, the cool breeze is really nice and the greenery, you don’t get to see that in Karachi at all.” agreed Veena.
“Yeah. Why don’t we take advantage of this breeze?” said Sameer, seeing his mother’s questioning look he continued, “Undo the buttons of your kameez.”
“Sameer! We are in public.” protested Veena.
“There is no one around who can see, your back is to the patio and I will let you know if someone comes, so please undo some and feel the breeze on your skin.”
Looking around fearfully, Veena wanted to say no but was also thrilled at the idea of doing something so bold. Taking a deep breath, she looked Sameer in the eye and started to slowly unbutton her kameez. Starting from the top she quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons. When she hesitated at the third one Sameer indicated that she should continue. Marshalling her courage, she slowly opened the third and fourth button quickly but kept the kameez close together.
His eyes shining Sameer looked at his mother’s red face, as she sat in front of him. Reaching across the table he softly moved her hand away from the kameez front, causing the neck line to gape open, exposing her skin to his eyes. The soft breeze further opening the kameez and he could see a parts of her breasts also.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“It feels embarrassing.” said Veena.
“And?” asked Sameer.
“Exciting.” replied Veena, embarrassed at the admission that she enjoyed displaying herself like this in public, especially to her son.
“I always thought you were a lot bolder than you let on. I know your closet is full of clothes that are more daring but I have never seen you wear any. Why is that?” asked Sameer.
“It’s not something that women wear in our society.” said Veena.
“Maybe, but the social circles we move in, those kinds of clothes are pretty common. So, what is holding you back? If you like them and you look good in them, then why not wear them all the time?” asked Sameer.
“I don’t know. Your father may not like me wearing them.” said Veena, even to her own ears her excuse sounded weak.