This is a true story that happened 3 years ago.
My mother is a typical Indian woman, I never thought of her as beautiful, just normal, she always wore sari's that were quite baggy, she was 36 years old and I was 19, she had brought me up by herself as my father died before I was born, due to a accident at work, She was a dutiful mother and at no time did I see her show any interest in another man.
We had our own business dealing in groceries, the shop was very profitable, and we had no money worries.
One day I was sitting at home watching the television when my mother came home from the shop and informed me that she had been invited to a banquet to honour her achievements in the grocery business, she said that normally she always refused the yearly bash, but as she was to be honoured thought that she should attend, I was sort of half listening and half watching the TV, my mother raised her voice and asked what I thought, I replied I thought she should go, at which she then informed me that she would need a escort for the evening, I questioned who she was thinking of taking at which my mother said I was hoping you would come with me, as I would not dream of going with another man, and more important I know of no men, I'm still married to your father and that would be disrespectful, I said but mother he has been dead for nearly 20 years now, don't you think you are entitled to some fun in your life.
It was a warm summer evening, and my mother and I were catching the last of the sun on the balcony of my apartment. The balcony was fairly narrow, and our sun beds were angled towards the sun, with me beside and slightly behind my mother, which gave me the opportunity to study her body without her being aware of my scrutiny. She was wearing a new two-piece yellow swimsuit — not exactly a bikini, but surprisingly revealing and very daring for my mother. The top consisted of two half-cups that supported rather than concealed her breasts, and the bottom rode low on her hips, affording me a view of much of her slightly-curved belly, and when seen from behind stretched alluringly over her bottom, barely covering her cheeks, and for a moment I felt my penis stiffen slightly before I remembered it was my mother I was looking at.
My mother's favorite cousin was Serena. When they were young, they lived on the same block and were best friends. They did everything together. They even lost their cherries on the same double date in the old drive-in movies.
But after high school, their lives took different directions. Mom married an intellectual whose vocation was office work, but other than performing his connubial duties, he spent countless hours at the bar, telling war stories. (Yes, at least he served his country when needed - I'll give him that.)
Serena married an adventurer, fresh out of the Marines, but he didn't have time for taverns, nor did he care to rehash the war. What he did care for was oil wildcatting. He had just enough time to give Serena two children before he was killed at a well explosion. Mom was so devastated for Serena, who never remarried - no one could measure up to her Greg.
When Serena moved back to our state (from Oklahoma to New York), she settled close enough to visit often with her mother at a private lake where our mom often brought us to see Aunt Alma (Serena's mother).
As a result, we kids were a constant summer foursome, all within two years of each other in age. Serena's children were Terrence (Terry) and Lisa, Lisa being two years younger than her brother.
I (Pete) was Terry's age, but my sister Katherine (Kitty) was only one year younger than Terry and me.
As we grew toward puberty, we made physical discoveries among ourselves (playing doctor), and it was before any of us had been given the "speech". Somehow, perhaps because of the guilty feelings this engendered, we knew enough to keep what we did a secret among ourselves.