Mother-Son:-A True Incident
I am Hitesh. Since childhood, I grew up living with my maternal grandparents and mother. Due to not being a father, my maternal grandparents never stopped giving love and support. Mother always followed me with your love and affection. Nana never allowed me to feel lack of anything as he had money. I was such a bright student. That’s why everyone used to give me love only. I used to bully too. But not so much that spoiled children do. He used to forgive in his own way, doing small mischief. But yes… they always brought me up with good values and morality. I was not even friends with many people outside. Nana Nani and mother were all my friends and teachers too. They used to scold. Then he used to teach. All four of us were growing from a bonding since childhood. I heard that a few years after my father passed away, my maternal grandparents had tried to get my mother remarried. Then my mother was 23-24 years old. It was very beautiful to look at. Slim and fair. Had long hair. Mouth shape like betel leaf. His eyes, eye brows, nose, lips all seem to be made by an artist. Studied up to class XII. After that, Hadsa in life and later took care of me and started growing up. I have no other aunt. So the maternal grandfather used to look after the same. She also used to do household work, then also used to teach me and if she got time, she was a master in reading novel stories of great writers. Being a daughter, her maternal grandparents had also made all arrangements for her to stay in the house. He too got addicted to getting booked from childhood. Later she was the only one which she used to do for her own sake, for her own happiness. Even my grandmother was not that old. But because my mother did not have my father’s family, she used to take care of her son and maternal grandmother’s family only after thinking of her family. Perhaps they found happiness in that and found a way to pass the time. She was of calm nature but was also known for laughing words and was also disappointed to see sad and painful movies on TV. Some people had even brought a proposal to Nana ji to get them married. But some of my maternal grandfather.. and the rest my mother canceled. In the beginning, Nana Nani used to get angry with mother. For the future of the mother, he used to say that the whole life is yours, how will you survive. And also used to say that Hitesh must have had a desire to have a father. Father’s love But the mother used to say that if he marries someone again, then that man will show his authority and ask me to give up and will also ask to leave Nana Nani. Now in this situation, she was not possible for them, she could not stay away from me, and could do her household leaving her maternal grandmother alone and going to a family. Seeing my face, mother had decided to give all their happiness and happiness immersion. Nana Nani slowly listened to him, but inside he was worried about the future.
In the meantime, it kept growing. I loved Nana Nani very much. I can’t stay away from those people. Those people had become my world. Loved mother the most. I liked everything about him very much. Whatever he says, whatever he does, who cooks, who buys clothes for me..everything…everything I liked. Even after being so good, life has not given him much. Then after giving some things and then taking it. Took care of all of us, to take responsibility of all I had a wonderful love for them in my mind. I had vowed never to give them sorrow in my mind.
Nana Nani always used to call me ‘Tum’ as mother too. But I used to talk to Nana Nani as ‘Aap’. But always used to call mother ‘you’. There was a bonding between all of us. Nana’s house was very big. Nana Nani lived in a big room I lived with mother in another big room. There are three more rooms in the house. which is lying vacant. There is stuff. But as I grew older, a study room was made for me. Then I started sleeping alone. One day my maternal grandfather, after cleaning a room and putting a bed, made that room in my name. I was very happy. After all, I too have become an identity. I was also becoming an individual. It was nice to think.
I made some friends in school. Slowly knowing about sex, getting attracted towards opposite sex…everyone used to feel like other boys. From those friends, I started to know about masturbation. Due to getting a room alone, I tried to masturbate one day at night. But scared. If anyone finds out. Thought of everything, still tried that day and ended up acting like a clumsy. I didn’t feel so good. But yes .. was filled with a feeling of strange happiness. Did it again a few days later. But there was shame. When a friend heard about this, he gave me a book. It had been almost a month since the first kiss, that day in great fear, he hid the book and brought it home and waited for the whole night, after falling asleep, was trembling in the excitement of feeling something new. Like every day, mother came at bedtime, gave me a glass of milk and after fixing the bed came to me. I was lying on the table. He put his hand in the hair of my head, I looked at him with love and he went away saying good night with a smile. Everyday I feel very happy and love towards mother at this moment. But today a strange sensation was in my body. I was waiting when he would go and lock the room. After a while he locked the room and took out the book. As soon as I opened the book, my mouth was left wide open. It is a book full of photos. Photo of man and woman having sex. All are foreigners. Seeing all this for the first time was so excited that I soon left.
It went on for a few days like this and kept getting different books. But he was so raw and had a wonderful world that he started losing his mind. Then slowly the mind started getting excited in a strange way. Seeing a girl on the way or seeing the face of a girl sitting in the bus, he used to think and masturbate at night. In doing so, there was a different happiness felt in my mind. As if someone grew up in the atmosphere of my city, my work was done by thinking of a girl’s body and imagining the scenes of union with her. I used to think that one day such a girl will become my wife and I will have sex with her.
Even after all this, there was no shortage in my studies. I kept on moving forward with good results. a sunday. I was at home. Nana was spending time with Nani. Mother was engaged in household work, grandmother was also helping mother. I was watching all this while sitting on the sofa holding a sports magazine in my hand. What do you know that day, I looked at my mother with strange eyes. Maybe it was the result of my actions of so many months. But when I shook his neck and saw him talking to the grandmother, then seeing his shoulder, my mind started getting stuck in strange intoxication. Then the belly between her blouse and sari was visible. I was intoxicated. Suddenly she came out of the bathroom washing her feet. The saris were held up slightly and I could see the entire leg from the top of her heels to the finger. Beautiful round heels and beautiful fingers. Very light colored nail polish is applied. I didn’t see his face. Just seeing all this got intoxicated..
That night when I musterbatted all that empty thing came in front of my eyes. I took a long time to come up with a strange wonderful new feeling. This has not happened till today. The Satisfaction I Got With Orgasms
He felt it for the first time in his life. There was a deep sleep that night.
I always saw a difference. There is a lot of difference between the mother of my other friends and my mother. She was all like a heavy mother, but my mother looked like the younger sister or daughter of those people. One is very young. Also she was very beautiful to look at. Seeing them on the way, they looked like college girls. But who knows that he has a son like me and a terrible tragedy has happened in his life.
Three years have passed since that night. I took admission in first year engineering. There is a B computer in my room. And for good result of my class XII, Nanaji has gifted me a small digital camera.
More than all these changes, the only change that has happened is in myself. My pure devotion and love towards my maternal grandmother and mother is as before. What all the people see. But inside, a different kind of love for my mother took birth in my mind. When and how all this happened, I did not even know. No one will ever know about this. I kept him lovingly hidden in the inner room of my mind. I spend my best time alone with him by taking him out in between. And put it there again. I can’t describe iss love.
That night, after thinking of my mother’s shoulder, abdominal part and legs, I had a satisfied orgasm, after that slowly a wonderful love for mother started awakening in my mind. Not that it is only related to sex,…he is the biggest basis of my happiness.
Yes…after that day whenever I masturbated till today, only that comes in my thoughts. And no one has ever been able to take entry till today. I slowly started looking at them from different perspectives..but hiding everyone’s eyes, and mother also did not know till date. She still comes with a glass of milk at bedtime as usual, comes to me after getting the bed repaired, and lovingly strokes her fingers on the hair of her head. And after a while the good night goes away with a cute smile. When I shake them with thought, then my restless mind gets filled with an intoxicant and I get maximum satisfaction.
I always prefer light color nail polish. Whenever she used to go to someone’s house for a wedding or any other program, she used to apply a little makeup. Light lipstick made her lips more beautiful. I felt like my elder sister with me. And with Nana Nani, it did not seem that she was his daughter and grandson in me.
Till a few days ago, I used to capture every picture of my mother with my eyes. His pictures were taken only with my eyes, knowingly or unknowingly used to set the picture of his way in my mind. But after I get the camera, I take photos from it. Hun takes everyone’s pics. I take a lot of pics of Nana Nani ..other time ..then in other way…. together with mother too….Due to having digital camera sometimes mother took many photos of her unknowingly. I have kept all the photos in PC. But a secret folder has been kept hidden in the special photos of my mother. Which is only for me. There are all kinds of photos of mother in that folder. Laughing, gushing time, sad photos, loving bowed eyes pics, talking pics, working pics, pics with me that Nanaji clicked. And from the rest of the joint photos, only the picture of the mother was cut and separated. My crush is full of mother’s photos. Now every night when mother leaves with a glass of milk and everyone goes to sleep, I open the folder and look at my mother. I watch his every act carefully. And drowns in a dream. The love for the mother begins to emerge. Then I slowly take out the zip of the pants and take out my penis. He seems to be getting even bigger now. My fist also falls short. I hold her tight with my five fingers and imagining the lovely sight of union with mother, I start moving slowly. Now Hun does not do the same thing as before. To get his happiness, he himself learned how to get satisfaction. My penis is very thick. And his next portion is the thickest and roundest shape. The front portion is flat. The front part like the rest of the penis pictures I see is not a thin hock pointed type. A bit like the edge of a dumbbell. Length is normal. When orgasm occurs, then the cap of the front part swells up and gets stuck in coming inside the fist. But I get the pleasure of leaving my semen inside my mother’s body by tying my eyes at the time of orgasm.
When my friend asked Hitesh that he was addicted to internet sex, had he ever? He told that he never needed to go there. He used to create a world of his own making and get satisfaction in it. What else is needed apart from this… but yes Hitesh had told that when he joined his job and his marriage was fixed, then every day he got some sex education from the net, he got the number of days before the wedding date. Had taken…why was taken…I will tell about this when I have time. I always saw a difference. There is a lot of difference between the mother of my other friends and my mother. She was all like a heavy mother, but my mother looked like the younger sister or daughter of those people. One is very young. Also she was very beautiful to look at. Seeing them on the way, they looked like college girls. But who knows that he has a son like me and a terrible tragedy has happened in his life.
Three years have passed since that night. I took admission in first year engineering. There is a B computer in my room. And for good result of my class XII, Nanaji has gifted me a small digital camera.
More than all these changes, the only change that has happened is in myself. My pure devotion and love towards my maternal grandmother and mother is as before. What all the people see. But inside, a different kind of love for my mother took birth in my mind. When and how all this happened, I did not even know. No one will ever know about this. I kept him lovingly hidden in the inner room of my mind. I spend my best time alone with him by taking him out in between. And put it there again. I can’t describe iss love.
That night, after thinking of my mother’s shoulder, abdominal part and legs, I had a satisfied orgasm, after that slowly a wonderful love for mother started awakening in my mind. Not that it is only related to sex,…he is the biggest basis of my happiness.
Yes…after that day whenever I masturbated till today, only that comes in my thoughts. And no one has ever been able to take entry till today. I slowly started looking at them from different perspectives..but hiding everyone’s eyes, and mother also did not know till date. She still comes with a glass of milk at bedtime as usual, comes to me after getting the bed repaired, and lovingly strokes her fingers on the hair of her head. And after a while the good night goes away with a cute smile. When I shake them with thought, then my restless mind gets filled with an intoxicant and I get maximum satisfaction.
I always prefer light color nail polish. Whenever she used to go to someone’s house for a wedding or any other program, she used to apply a little makeup. Light lipstick made her lips more beautiful. I felt like my elder sister with me. And with Nana Nani, it did not seem that she was his daughter and grandson in me.
Till a few days ago, I used to capture every picture of my mother with my eyes. His pictures were taken only with my eyes, knowingly or unknowingly used to set the picture of his way in my mind. But after I get the camera, I take photos from it. Hun takes everyone’s pics. I take a lot of pics of Nana Nani ..other time ..then in other way…. together with mother too….Due to having digital camera sometimes mother took many photos of her unknowingly. I have kept all the photos in PC. But a secret folder has been kept hidden in the special photos of my mother. Which is only for me. There are all kinds of photos of mother in that folder. Laughing, gushing time, sad photos, loving bowed eyes pics, talking pics, working pics, pics with me that Nanaji clicked. And from the rest of the joint photos, only the picture of the mother was cut and separated. My crush is full of mother’s photos. Now every night when mother leaves with a glass of milk and everyone goes to sleep, I open the folder and look at my mother. I watch his every act carefully. And drowns in a dream. The love for the mother begins to emerge. Then I slowly take out the zip of the pants and take out my penis. He seems to be getting even bigger now. My fist also falls short. I hold her tight with my five fingers and imagining the lovely sight of union with mother, I start moving slowly. Now Hun does not do the same thing as before. To get his happiness, he himself learned how to get satisfaction. My penis is very thick. And his next portion is the thickest and roundest shape. The front portion is flat. The front part like the rest of the penis pictures I see is not a thin hock pointed type. A bit like the edge of a dumbbell. Length is normal. When orgasm occurs, then the cap of the front part swells up and gets stuck in coming inside the fist. But I get the pleasure of leaving my semen inside my mother’s body by tying my eyes at the time of orgasm.
When my friend asked Hitesh that he was addicted to internet sex, had he ever? He told that he never needed to go there. He used to create a world of his own making and get satisfaction in it. What else is needed apart from this… but yes Hitesh had told that when he joined his job and his marriage was fixed, then every day he got some sex education from the net, he got the number of days before the wedding date. Had taken…why was taken…I will tell about this when I have time.
Now let me come to the story in the words of Hitesh. That’s how life went on. And I reached the last semester of engineering. My result was getting good. There was no relaxation in studies. When maternal grandmother and mother take so much care of me, they give so much love, why not give them a chance to be happy !! Everyone was happy with my studies. I was also a normal boy. It was fine to look at and the body structure was also good. Due to the pressure of studies and the fantasy sex world of the night, I used to feel a little matured from the rest of the students. Once, she went to a supermarket with her to help her in some household shopping with her mother. There, a class mate of mine was talking to my mother considering it as my best friend. When I told him that this is my mother, then what happened to the condition of her mouth, I still remember. Due to my really good one main appearance, some girl class mate in college used to try to get close with me. I never.. Till date no one has been above week, I did not even do flirting. Those people used to understand caste in two or four days and used to get away from me. I didn’t like anyone except my mother. That’s why I probably fell in love with my mother. That happy news never even reached my other ear. The matter of Mann used to remain in my mind.
I also knew that one day I would have to marry another girl like this. Being the only grandson of my maternal grandmother and a son of my mother, I knew that whatever the thought in my mind, I am happy every day, I would one day have to choose a girl to be my wife. Then I also had a fear. Because I knew my penis was not like everyone else. It is very thick and the front cap is very round in shape. Then at the time of sculling, that cap becomes even bigger than the flower. How do I have sex with my wife? I used to get frustrated at the thought of this. If that girl can’t take my penis in her pussy!!! What if my penis is not adjusted comfortably inside? If he stays away from me from the pain!! How will the union of husband and wife happen !! How will my family’s next PD be born!! Then to whom will you tell the matter of all this problem !! Who will understand!!! It was scary to think about it all. But today at the age of 27, one thing was felt. The happiness that comes to me and my wife from the union of husband and wife, is very less fortunate, who would have got such happiness.
Before my final exam, I got a job in computing itself. in MP. A very large engineering construction company. It is one of the oldest company in India.
When this news was given in the house that day, everyone jumped with joy. Not because I would get salary, they were happy because a boy, whose father died in childhood, made him an independent man by his maternal grandparents and mother. Now it seems that the duty of the people is over. When I touched Nana’s feet, he hugged me. When she touched my grandmother’s feet, she held my head and started giving blessings by placing her hand on my head. Nana Nani had become very emotional. The eyes began to deceive with happiness. And both were going on talking a lot. Mother was watching all this while standing on one side. When I went to mother, mother did not say anything. But the love and happiness that I see in their eyes, I can happily give my life to keep it with them. When I touched his feet, he went to hug me, but I was 5′ 11″, he was 5′ 5″, so his head rested on my shoulder near my neck. He should hold me for a few moments. Then left and held both my cheeks with both hands, took a lot of love in my eyes and looked at me with a smile of happiness in my lips. Then when my maternal grandfather called me, I went to him. Mother and grandmother went to the kitchen to make kheer for me. This was a thing that used to happen in our house. Whenever there was a matter of happiness, kheer was made in the house. I like kheer a lot. Even today the tradition of kheer continues in my house. My daughter is also a devotee of Kheer.
Now let me come to the story in the words of Hitesh. That’s how life went on. And I reached the last semester of engineering. My result was getting good. There was no relaxation in studies. When maternal grandmother and mother take so much care of me, they give so much love, why not give them a chance to be happy !! Everyone was happy with my studies. I was also a normal boy. It was fine to look at and the body structure was also good. Due to the pressure of studies and the fantasy sex world of the night, I used to feel a little matured from the rest of the students. Once, she went to a supermarket with her to help her in some household shopping with her mother. There, a class mate of mine was talking to my mother considering it as my best friend. When I told him that this is my mother, then what happened to the condition of her mouth, I still remember. Due to my really good one main appearance, some girl class mate in college used to try to get close with me. I never.. Till date no one has been above week, I did not even do flirting. Those people used to understand caste in two or four days and used to get away from me. I didn’t like anyone except my mother. That’s why I probably fell in love with my mother. That happy news never even reached my other ear. The matter of Mann used to remain in my mind.
I also knew that one day I would have to marry another girl like this. Being the only grandson of my maternal grandmother and a son of my mother, I knew that whatever the thought in my mind, I am happy every day, I would one day have to choose a girl to be my wife. Then I also had a fear. Because I knew my penis was not like everyone else. It is very thick and the front cap is very round in shape. Then at the time of sculling, that cap becomes even bigger than the flower. How do I have sex with my wife? I used to get frustrated at the thought of this. If that girl can’t take my penis in her pussy!!! What if my penis is not adjusted comfortably inside? If he stays away from me from the pain!! How will the union of husband and wife happen !! How will my family’s next PD be born!! Then to whom will you tell the matter of all this problem !! Who will understand!!! It was scary to think about it all. But today at the age of 27, one thing was felt. The happiness that comes to me and my wife from the union of husband and wife, is very less fortunate, who would have got such happiness.
Before my final exam, I got a job in computing itself. in MP. A very large engineering construction company. It is one of the oldest company in India.
When this news was given in the house that day, everyone jumped with joy. Not because I would get salary, they were happy because a boy, whose father died in childhood, made him an independent man by his maternal grandparents and mother. Now it seems that the duty of the people is over. When I touched Nana’s feet, he hugged me. When she touched my grandmother’s feet, she held my head and started giving blessings by placing her hand on my head. Nana Nani had become very emotional. The eyes began to deceive with happiness. And both were going on talking a lot. Mother was watching all this while standing on one side. When I went to mother, mother did not say anything. But the love and happiness that I see in their eyes, I can happily give my life to keep it with them. When I touched his feet, he went to hug me, but I was 5′ 11″, he was 5′ 5″, so his head rested on my shoulder near my neck. He should hold me for a few moments. Then left and held both my cheeks with both hands, took a lot of love in my eyes and looked at me with a smile of happiness in my lips. Then when my maternal grandfather called me, I went to him. Mother and grandmother went to the kitchen to make kheer for me. This was a thing that used to happen in our house. Whenever there was a matter of happiness, kheer was made in the house. I like kheer a lot. Even today the tradition of kheer continues in my house. My daughter is also a devotee of Kheer.
After sleeping all that night, when I was looking at my mother by opening my mother’s picture, I remembered the evening. The look that Mother gave me with a loving eye while holding my cheek, my love increased with innocence. I got lost in them and I was stunned. I went to a big close up picture of the mother uncovered in Zhuk’s comp screen. And closing my eyes, slowly introduced my lips with his lips. A current played in my body. The whole body started shaking. I quickly opened the zip and grabbed my penis. Today my penis was bloating at once, standing up. I grabbed the swollen penis and started jerking it hard. And started kissing again in the lips. Soon reached the orgasm. I sat up straight and started moving at full speed. All the semen squeezed from my whole body started coming out rapidly through the tube of the penis. I closed my eyes. Orgasm reached its climax. Just before my semen nicked, my mouth opened, I turned my mouth upwards to take air and my mouth felt “Manju I love you” and the semen started falling from the penis.
Three months have also passed. Meanwhile, my final exam result also came. And the time to join my job also came.
I am going to live away from home for the first time. Till date, he has never lived anywhere except his maternal grandparents and mother. Spent a couple of days outside at night for a couple of days on school/college trips. But there is a vast difference between being that and being alone outside now. But I was not scared. Like a different challenge stood before me. And I am mentally ready to face that challenge. But a sorrow is eating me…that I have to stay there without seeing my mother. Nanaji’s strict instruction is to come back every Saturday and then join the office on Monday. But the middle 6 days started taking me 6 years. When mom comes to me every night before going to sleep, runs her fingers in my hair, and smiles lovingly at me – how desperate she used to be for the moment every day. But now I have to stay away from that thing. Mother speaks less like this. Just looking at it as if it tells everything in its eyes. And now as the time for my departure approached, she became even more silent. Just helping Nani ji in the kitchen, doing other household chores, watching TV, preparing everything necessary for my departure and keeping it in my room. But sometimes looking at me with a sad look for a moment goes away. They must be suffering too. He too has never lived without me. For me, he immersed all the happiness of life and all the happiness. Now even thinking of that, I am disappointed.
For the last 6 years, I have been attached to him and another love, which only my mind knows the news. And no one will ever know. Since when I have given birth to a different man in me in his love. The man who loves the mother. Lives in a different world with them. But he also knows that this matter of the mind will remain only in the mind for the whole life.
And for the last 6 years, I have been doing my own mother every night with every thought and thought, in that I get the most happiness and satisfaction in the world.
Seeing this, the day also came in which to go to the company. Mother, Nanaji, Naniji are all standing at the train station. The company is currently providing me a place to stay there. After joining, I will gradually make arrangements for my living. That’s why Nanaji is walking with me. Naniji is repeatedly reminding Nanaji what to do. I do not face any problem there, so to make all the arrangements correctly, I am repeatedly telling them everything one by one. In this one way of telling everything to everyone in the last moments, I have been looking inside everyone since childhood, all this has been discussed in the house too. Mother is sitting beside me sitting on my seat, taking one hand in each of her hands, she is sitting quietly and listening to the words of her maternal grandparents. Once mother looked at me. His eyes are wet. He is suffering in his mind. He has suppressed those feelings in front of everyone. I know mother will go home and lock the room and cry a lot. I knew him a little bit for so many years. I could clearly understand what is the meaning of his every action, every gesture, I have never hurt him, nor will I ever hurt him. This is my promise to myself with myself. I also see mother. His innocence face and attitude always gives me strange feelings. She said softly to me ‘ you call me everyday’. I smiled and nodded my neck slowly. On the other hand, Nanaji is still explaining everything to Nanaji. My maternal grandfather always loves Nani very much. That’s why speaking too much of him never irritated him. He himself rarely speaks to Naniji. My mother probably went to him. That’s why mother speaks less than Nanaji. Listening and understanding more. Suddenly there was a jolt in the train. It’s time. Will go now Everyone started descending for this. Naniji grabbed my head and kissed my head and started descending. Mother, who was holding my hand from their hands, brought me in front of the mouth and kissed my hand. And put his right hand on my cheek and turned once and smiled with giddy eyes. I know the meaning of iss.
She told me to live properly, to eat at the right time, to sleep, to work properly, to take care of myself.. all these things were explained to me without saying anything. Those people went out and stood near the window. And the train started running. Nani and mother slowly started getting away. It seemed that something of mine was left here and I had to walk somewhere. What is left he cannot say. My heart became heavy. And the train started picking up speed.
The first day in the office was a bit scary, got acquainted with all the great engineers and officers. I felt nervous among all. Everyone understood my condition, so they started mingling with me in such a comfortable way that within a day I started getting confidence forgetting initial hesitation and fear. But there is one thing.. no one was believing that I was 20 years old and just passed out from college. Seeing me, he was understanding so much, when I told the truth, then all the people started embracing me. I am from Gujarat, but after listening to my good Hindi, those people started praising me too.
Here Nanaji left as soon as I left for office. To find a good settlement for me to live in. In the evening, both of them came back together. That is, where the company had given us room to stay, Nanaji listened to the experience of the first day of my office. He also described to me his day’s work. After dinner we went to sleep. One room was good. But only one bed. Therefore, Nanaji and I will have to sleep together. Nanaji wandered here and there throughout the day, was busy looking for a house for me to live in, so he too was a little tired. So he slept early. After a while the sound of his deep sleep started coming out of his nose.
But since yesterday, I was a bit distraught. Haven’t arranged for PC yet. I will connect everything as soon as I get a new home. But in my mind the idol of my happiness all the time, was burning water forever. As soon as she closed her eyes, she used to get engrossed in her mind. But I can’t do anything because I never found fun by going to the bathroom. I want my comfy place. From above, as usual, the joy of moving her fingers and sweet smile with loving eyes was greatly missed. Even today it is the same evening. I was remembering my dear mother sitting on the chair with my eyes closed, suddenly I remembered that mother had asked me to call every day. Yesterday was the first night after coming from the station, it was late in the night to collect everything, had to join the office from above, so forgot to call. Now remembered I hurriedly left the chair and got up and picked up my mobile. It’s 11 o’clock tonight. Mother sleeps at this time in our house. Still, I thought to try it once. Nanaji did not have a problem, so he opened the door of the room and came to the balcony. Called me. Once it rang, she picked up the phone. In the fraction of seconds in my mind, it played out that my mother was definitely sitting waiting for my phone. Received it so early for this and is awake even at so many nights. I said while receiving mother
“Hello…mama…”.
There was no reply from Ma. I spoke again
“Ma… how are you”
Silence again. I was also trying to understand silently what happened. i spoke again
“What happened ma… are you alright?”
“Why didn’t you call yesterday?”
I didn’t know what was in my mother’s voice, as soon as it came in my ear, my whole body trembled with an unknown feeling. Heart beat quickened. I was also relieved that she is safe and sound. I answered myself
“Sorry mom..It was a long night doing everything yesterday and today is the first day in the office……”
He stopped me before my talk was over and started speaking.
“Just son…don’t need so much cleaning”
then paused to speak
“I called Dad yesterday”
I started thinking, when did you call mother Nanaji? Perhaps I would have done it only when I had gone out to buy food at night. Then it struck my mind that mother knows my mobile number. So why didn’t I do? Yes…they have only one son who went away from them. So she will take my news by any means. But why didn’t I? then mother said
Let’s tell this.. you are not having any problem there, is it?
“No ma… Nanaji is with you, don’t you know him. Everyone is looking at him”
But I cannot tell that I am not feeling well by staying away from you mother.
then mother said
“And how was the first day in the office today..?”
“It was okay ma. Everyone talked to me well. And the boss who is my boss talked to me like someone who knows my mythology. All are very nice people. But…”
Man fell silent then mother asked
“But what?”
“Everyone was thinking more of my age after seeing me. But everyone laughed knowing my exact age.” Many such things kept happening to the mother.
Mother was happy to talk to me, in the beginning, she started talking with pride, she went to the end, a dear mother, you gave me a lot of peace by pouring a lot of love for my son. I started to find out that even by staying away from my mother, I can feel her close to me through this phone conversation, in the end the mother disconnected the phone saying good night. I have never treated my mother like a bully, nor did I ever loosely talk with my mother, I have never forcibly held her and hugged her or showed me the love of a son by kissing her cheeks. My parents were such that there is a deep love bond between all of us in our house, together we give respect to everyone. Respectfully presented. I have grown a strange wonderful feeling for my mother for the last 6 years, but I never take sex from her, or take double meaning talk, or try to hug her or get her touch without any reason….all this never done. Never felt like doing it. Yes, I love him and respect him too, but he will not be able to express love in language. The person who feels that, only he can understand it.
A week has passed since then. I had a little openness in the office, I was also given responsibility to work. And I happily started doing that too. Here Nanaji took a house for rent for me. One bedroom, one small drawing room, kitchen and bathroom. Enough for one man. DA complete punishment by buying all the goods for the house as well. I just want to go to office and work. It was my first Sunday. By shifting that day, I and Nanaji made sure all the arrangements. Put all my stuff in the right place. Connected my PC too. Talked to mom at night. She was happy to die. She told me a little bit about all the things I needed to be alone. Mother rarely speaks. But that day was concerned for her son. A man did the right thing to eat, Nanaji, who would cook food from the tiffin box at both the times.
Nanaji left for Ahmedabad and I for office. There was a wedding of a colleague in the office that day, everyone was going to go there in the evening. I was also asked to go, if I refused, then those people told that I also have an invitation. That colleague has taken leave for a week, so I have not met till now, but after getting the news of my joining, he called and requested me to go too. He is the buddies of my key section. If I don’t go then what will you think later? That’s why I also went to the wedding with all of them in the evening.
Till today, all Gujaratis came to see the wedding. Today the marriage of the first and second kom was seen. Office colleagues are all sitting at one place. And some are also drinking, I have not done any intoxication till date. All that never attracted me. Tested a couple of times. But didn’t make it a habit permanently. The groom i.e. I was introduced to the Kalig. Got it from the bride too. I was sitting alone, watching everyone, a new feeling happened here. Everyone here is treating me like an individual person. Wherever he went to the wedding, he used to go with the whole family. Here I am sitting alone with a new introduction, with a different respect. Nice…because I have grown up. I felt that I have become capable enough to take responsibility.
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An office colleague dropped me home in his car. A strange feeling happened as soon as I entered. This house is mine from today. My own rules will follow here. Whatever compassion, whatever kind of compassion, there is no one to stop. There is no need to do anything in fear of anyone. But the truth is also that the way I grew up, the way I grew up, the values and morality that I have in me…all that will save me from doing all kinds of bad things. Will protect you from all evil. My family members also know this. But still I started feeling like the owner of this house.
It came to my mind that I will also marry like this one day. I will get such a girl as a bride. Everyone will come to my wedding. Then I will have my own family. Thinking about all this, I got fresh, changed my clothes and turned on my computer. After a week I got time in solitude with my PC today. I picked up the mobile and started talking to my mother. How did I go today? Went to the wedding, told that thing too.. Mother was also asking such a thing here and there. I was looking at the picture of my mother by opening the secret folder of my PC and talking to my mother. I was feeling good. Like I am talking face to face with them. At the time of speaking anything, how his attitude or posture, how his mouth, eyes, nose react, was known to everyone. And while listening to him, he was seeing the same pics. So I felt like a live conversation. I was immersed in a feeling of sadness and happiness. After a while a strange love started coming in my mind for mother. But I pressed him and started talking to his mother. In front of them he could not appear under any circumstances. So my body started shaking. And then after finishing the mother talk and saying good night, disconnected the phone. I got addicted. Today, after so many days, seeing the pictures of my mother’s beautiful face and her different looks in every pose, I slowly started getting excited. Emotions of 7 days started pouring in all over Rome today. I reached a world like a dream and started looking carefully at the picture of my mother. Suddenly the face of the bride I saw in the evening started coming in front of my eyes. As I looked at the mother, she imagined the bride. And my whole body started trembling. I started exhaling loudly. I don’t know when my right hand started moving my penis. I started looking closely at a smiling photo of my mother. And it seemed that my mother is in the decoration of that bride. She is smiling looking at me like a bride. There was fire in my blood. A new feeling started happening today. I started shaking vigorously. The cap of my penis has become round flowers from now on. I sat straight in the chair with two pairs spread across the bottom of the table. By imagining the mother’s photo in front and the bride’s disguise in my mind, my orgasm came to the climax. I closed my eyes. He began to breathe and let the hot air out. I reached my orgasm imagining mother as the bride. And with full strokes, I started shaking vigorously by taking the inflated cap in my fist. When my semen was about to come out, only the words “Manju….. Manju… Manju…” started coming out of my mouth. And suddenly my hot seamen started coming out of Chirik Charik, spreading darkness in my mind.
After 15 days I went to Ahmedabad on the 2nd weekend. Mother was waiting impatiently for me. Last night on the phone, she was asking me again and again what time will I come by train. When will I reach Ahmedabad and many more questions. That’s when I realized that for the first time in my life for 15 days my mother is away from me. Nani ji opened the door and hugged me there. Nana ji was standing behind. He also happily started talking to me. I came in. And took off his bag from his shoulder and kept it under. Mother was watching me standing behind all of them. Seeing the love and happiness that was seen for Mamta and my son with his loving eyes, it melted my heart. She is such an idol of beauty and peace, which I can see without blinking an eye for the rest of my life. Mother always wears saree at home. Chooses very respectful dress and wears it the same way. She did not like to wear clothes and used to choose any dress which would push her completely. Since childhood, I saw only his innocent face and nose, curvy neck at the back, the part of the hand below the elbow, two gold bangles in both hands, and long long round fingers, he did a light color nail in the fingers of the left hand. Polish imposes sometimes. I sometimes secretly saw a little portion of his stomach, which was very fair, soft and flat, that means, there is no fat accumulation in the part of his stomach that I can see. The stomach went down and got absorbed in the thin waist. And due to the slim body together, his age was never known. If anyone used to see him, he used to think of him as a girl of 20 – 22 years. No one believed that she is my mother and she is now 36. His feet attracted me the most. Seeing such beautiful little soft feet and fingers with light nail polish always gives me an intoxication. As much as I see this woman, my look is never complete. As much as I know, still it seems that I have not been able to know them completely. All this increases the love and respect in my heart for him. I always have a different feeling for him. After reading the maternal grandparents’ feet, he went to the mother. I too was looking forward to meeting him. I touched his feet. As soon as I stood up she wanted to hold me and hug me. But his head rested on my shoulder.