What a gorgeous beauty queen!
She placed the postcard back between the pages of her son’s diary and began to read on.
**
It was a downward spiral from then on. I was in a free fall. I remember dropping Shreya to her room on my bike following dinner. She invited me to her room for a cup of warm coffee. Her roommate was in Mumbai to be with her elder brother who was flying out to the USA for an onsite project.
I vividly remember following her up the flight of narrow staircase to reach her bachelor’s pad on the second floor. My eyes were glued to her backside trying to make out the outline of her panties underneath the sexy looking cream chiffon gown.
My heart was in my mouth. Was “A Cup of Warm Coffee” a euphemism for wild sex on her queen size bed? Was she dropping subtle hints? Was I on the verge of losing my virginity to this damsel from Assam who was seducing me with her chiffon gown with plunging neckline showing off a generous amount of cleavage?
I soon found myself seated on her bed. She asked me to have a drink of water from the plastic bottle lying on a teapot next to her bed that was squeaky clean. If the truth be told, I was disappointed at not seeing her bed strewn with bras and panties and night gown and pyjamas with funny one liners scribbled across the bottoms.
Shreya loved neatness. She disappeared into the kitchen as I sat there waiting anxiously. It was raining heavily outside. The clock was ticking. My mom was alone back home. As if on a cue, my phone rang.
Hearing the sound of a ringing phone, Shreya emerged from the kitchen. My mouth fell wide open. She had changed into shorts and t-shirts.
The way her big breasts were jiggling underneath the white t-shirt, it was apparent that she had no bra on. I could feel some movement between my legs.
It was my manhood saluting those two free birds hidden underneath a t-shirt that looked like an unnecessary formality with the rain soaked atmosphere surcharged with romantic air inside the four walls of this well maintained room of two young college girls.
“Who is calling you? Is it your mom?” She asked, setting the tray with two coffee mugs on a teapot. My heart nearly stopped beating when her breasts tried to jump out of her t-shirt that had begun to irritate me for obvious reasons.
I nodded realising that I had forgotten to answer the call at seeing Shreya in such a provocative costume. I looked at the smartphone screen. There was a missed call from my mom. I speed-dialled her number and mumbled an apology for being so late and promised to reach home in half an hour.
Shreya looked at me with growing interest. After I ended the call, she smiled at me. I picked up the coffee mug with trembling hands as I heard her whisper, “Mamma’s cute little son, huh?”
I pretended not to have heard anything.
“Is it good?” She asked, sitting next to me with our legs touching.
“Yes. It is excellent. Sorry for all the trouble.”
“No worries. Show me your mother’s picture.”
I was surprised. I opened the photo album on my smartphone and showed her all the pictures of my beautiful mom. She squinted her eyes and took a long look at all the pictures.
“Makes perfect sense.” Finally she said, returning my smartphone.
“What are you talking about? What makes sense?”
“Rocky, don’t mind me saying this. I believe you now. I am your first girlfriend. You have never been with any girl before despite being a popular cricketer.”
“Oh. Thanks for believing me. Have your coffee as well. It will get cold.”
She began to sip her coffee. There was silence for a few moments as we continued to sip coffee.
“Don’t you want to know why I suddenly changed my mind and decided to believe you?” She asked.
“You realised that I am a thorough gentleman. Seeing you like this, I am still able to behave myself. Instead of trying to pull you closer to me, I am sitting next to you on your bed and sipping coffee that is really good.”
“I wish it were true.”
“Oh. Come on. I mean it.”
“Stop lying to yourself, Rocky.”
“I am not lying.”
“Why are you talking to me? Why did you agree to go out on a date with me? I know the answers.”
“Tell me why.”
“Rocky, the heart of the matter is you are in love with your mother. I look like her. You see your beautiful mother in me. This is precisely why you are here with me.”
“What are you saying? Are you out of your mind? How do you know all this?”
“I know. You are a good boy. Yes, you really are a thorough gentleman. Your mother has taught you all the good manners. Before we proceed any further, I want you to sort out your feelings. Ask yourself, “Why do I feel that I love Shreya?”
“Then?”
“Do not be in a hurry. Take your time. Let the answer manifest itself. While you are at it, think about your feelings towards your mother as well. Maybe next week or the week after you will be in a position to tell me why you feel that you are in love with me. Until then, good bye, Rocky. Thanks for this lovely evening. Let us call it a night.”
**
Komal’s heartbeats gathered pace. A part of her was jealous. At the same time, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was glad to know that her son was a perfectly normal boy with raging hormones. That he was interested in girls. That when he saw beautiful girls, his manhood inside his trousers tried to rebel. This was all sweet music to the ears of a young growing up son’s single mother.
But something troubled her. Something felt eerily odd. Something felt out of place. Could a girl as young as nineteen be so intelligent and mature? How could she glean that her son was interested in her since she resembled his pretty mother?
Didn’t all the sons out there find their mothers the most beautiful women on earth? Her son was perfectly normal. He was not the odd one out there. That was what she liked to believe.
And moreover, Komal felt immense pride for Rocky who showed remarkable grace and restraint despite hormones running helter-skelter at seeing Shreya in a semi naked state inside her room with not a single soul around except these two. Anything could have happened over a mug of warm coffee.
She smiled and decided to read on. She knew that there was more to come. That God had presented her with a golden opportunity to have a sneak peek inside her son’s mind.
**
With this rare opportunity to lose my virginity shot to hell, I returned home. I was disappointed to say the least. Shreya had overplayed her hand. She had stirred a hornet’s nest. She had opened a Pandora’s box. Was I sexually attracted to my mom whom I worshipped?
Soon the answer would manifest.
As soon as I reached home, I heard a soft knock at my door. It was thirty past eleven P.M. and I did not expect my mom to be awake. Was everything alright?
“Yes, Maa. Come on in.”
My mom pushed open the door and stepped in. It was the first time after that disturbing conversation with Shreya I was seeing my mom. She was wearing a loose fitting yellow Anaarkali frock and equally loose fitting black palazzo pants. I could tell from her expression that something was amiss.
“What happened, Maa? Are you doing fine? Did you have dinner? I was away with the boys. The new season is coming up. I was giving them a pep up talk. You know.”
“I know that you are working hard to make it big as a cricketer. I am proud of you, my son.”
“Thanks.”
“Well, I have this niggling back pain since this afternoon. You know I hate pain killers. I have this ointment to get rid of acute pain. Can you give me a back rub with it? It will ease the pain and I will fall asleep. I am fully exhausted. I am thinking of taking a leave tomorrow.”
“Sure, Maa. I will do as you say. And, please take rest. You deserve good rest.”
My heart was in my mouth. Turning her back, my mom asked me to follow her into her bedroom. The idea of a back rub sounded like a pure conspiracy.
Were Shreya and my mom a team? Was it some kind of a trap for my baptism by fire? My penis was sporting a semi erection underneath my shorts. I decided to pull a long t-shirt over my shorts before entering my mom’s bedroom.
What was about to happen? My mom’s bedroom was dimly lit. I found the door open. I gingerly stepped in. She was lying on her stomach on her bed with her eyes closed.
“Maa?”
“Yes. I am awake. Here is it is.” She said, handing over the ointment.
“Maa, where is it paining?”
It was a loaded question. What was I up to? What did my naughty mind expect? Shreya had left me high and dry after what looked like a promising evening. My penis was in a mood to revolt.
I waited for my mom’s answer with a pounding heart. A part of me was expecting her to seductively lift her frock and show me with her finger where it was paining.
Instead she said, “You start rubbing my back with that ointment. I will tell you where exactly it is paining. The pain points should get a little harder rub.”
I was confused. Did she want me to lift her frock? Did she want me to pour ointment all over her back and start rubbing?
“What is taking you so long?”
“Should I lift your frock?”
“Of course yes. How can you give me a back rub through clothes? Sit down. Be comfortable.”
I sat down and lifted her frock slowly as if I were unveiling a precious trophy. The aromatic scent of legendary Ponds Talcum Powder began to waft through my nostrils as I uncovered my mom’s troubled back. She had apparently dabbed her armpits with a generous helping of Ponds before inviting me in.
Was she wearing panties? Did she go to bed with bra panties on? I knew all her bras and panties. She had an excellent taste when it came to picking up her lingerie.
I lifted her frock all the way to her bra and placed it carefully over her bra hooks. She was wearing a bra. This meant she was wearing panties as well. My manhood was straining to break free from the shorts.
I knew that I must make this back rub last as long as possible. To tell the truth, I wouldn’t mind turning this back rub into an all night affair if it gave my mom relief from pain. After all, I am my mamma’s cute son.
The dimly lit room. A generous helping of ointment all over the aching back of my mom. Her closed eyes. Her puffy lips on which a smile played.
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