All the people mentioned in this story are above 18 years of age.
Mrs. Ozal Shah was 33 that year. She is a Gujarati (Hindu) woman with her husband working in Merchant Navy which meant he would be out of 6 months at a stretch keeping her needs at hold for a long period. Mobile phones weren't common around 2005-06. She was in her prime, with perky full breasts, round & fluffy hips and a normal waist, all measuring 38C-32-42. She often felt good when someone within good intentions was caught ogling at her body.
One of her body's frequent admirers was Gagan, her student. He was lean with no muscles, 18year 8 months old. About Mrs. Shah, she took home tuitions for students from class 5th to 12th. Her students lived near to each other while Mrs. Shah's residence was 5kms away, so it only made sense to take tuition at one of the students' homes. Her favorite attire would mostly be sleeveless kurta, pajama and a dupatta (only to be used outdoors, during tuition it would be kept aside with her purse). Other attires were rare but not absent. Gagan loved sitting beside her to get a peak on her body. He was very much attentive in studies as well as on her moves. Mrs. Shah caught Gagan often but never made an issue of it, after all sometimes she would love the attention.
Summer vacation had started. School & Exams were over for this academic year. Gagan didn't expect Mrs. Shah on his door for tuitions today. He was busy chatting with her new crush or love-interest over Yahoo! Messenger when the doorbell rang.
"Ma'am! Tuitions are over, right?"
"Yes," Mrs. Shah moved inside and sat on the sofa, "But your mother has paid for the entire month, and she thinks you could use some extra classes for your graduation." Gagan's both parents worked in corporate and would return together only by 8pm every day.
Gagan was stunned. He didn't know what to speak or do in this situation. Mrs. Shah bent forward to pick up a magazine exposing her cleavage to Gagan. Gagan was without underwear wearing just shorts & t-shirt. Her cleavage sent more blood to his semi-hard dick making a shape in his shorts which both noticed simultaneously. "I'll just come," said Gagan and ran inside to wear his underwear. Mrs. Shah didn't react much, after all she herself wasn't wearing one. Her summers have been underwear free since the late nineties.
The misery that Gagan's mother had brought upon him was starting to settle in his mind. This was the only time, his crush would be available to chat. Minutes passed and a scream came from the living room where Mrs. Shah was alone, "GAGAN!!"
He ran towards her and found her reading chats with his crush. These were some nasty chats. Gagan petrified, stood in silence while Mrs. Shah kept reading. Some minutes later, she went back to the couch and asked, "I am disturbed, Gagan," with her hands folded above her head.
"Ma'am, pls, don't tell anything to my mother, she wouldn't understand anything, and I would be beaten to death."
Well, death was an exaggeration but being beaten up was an easy bet. Hospitalized due to beaten up would be a far fetch but bruises all over the body was a realistic possibility.
For my readers, Controlled Beating was a parenting normal in India during that decade, and it is still believed in 2025, that time to time light slap keeps the child closer to reality. Better than getting beaten up out of the house.
While Mrs. Shah kept contemplating the possibilities of Gagan's punishment if she told his mother, Gagan kept pleading on his knees and hands joined begging for mercy. What caught her attention, was Gagan's words, ".... that my mother isn't as free and mature as you are in these things...."
"What do you mean?"
"What"
"You said I'm free and mature about these things and all," Mrs. Shah was a bit surprise, "What do you mean by that?"
Gagan loved Mrs. Shah for her modern and outward thinking. He said, "well, sometimes you caught me looking at you and you didn't make a big deal about it," Gagan paused to let that sink in, he very well knew, he was walking on a very thin ledge, "and when you caught Ravi's love letter for Pooja during tuition, you explained us the things about love and career, which our parents never care to explain."
Mrs. Shah was not disturbed anymore; her caring side had overtaken her thought factory. "Gagan, I know the parents haven't caught up with the pace of your generation and its worrying for the children as well as the parents. I try to bridge the gap, but your chats are on different level. She wants to sit on your face, and you have agreed, I don't think even that is common between the married couple these days."
"But my friends have done it."
"Really? Who?"
"Some guy friends."
"If a guy is boasting about letting a girl sit on his face, there is 70-80% chances that he is faking it. It takes years to understand what lies guys tell each other to boast their ego and image in front of their friends." Gagan looked at her confused. "If a girl is talking about it, she is serious, but do you know what it is? Do you know anything about it?"
"I don't know. She mentioned this first time today and I immediately agreed to it. I thought it might mean something intimate, might be a slang I'm unfamiliar with."
"Gagan, I can't believe I'm about to teach you this." Mrs. Shah took a long breath. "It means what it means in English. There is no slang involved here." Gagan still looked confused which Mrs. Shah read, "Do you know anything about sex?"
"I know."
"Pls, be descriptive, else I wouldn't be able to tell you anything. Assumptions won't work here."
"In sex, we get naked, boys put our thing in girl's thing and then we both push and pull until we've ejaculated. I saw it in a video."
"So, you've masturbation knowledge."
"Yes."