Mahesh stood in Gowri aunty's small living room, completely naked and finally ready to leave after what felt like an eternity. She smiled warmly as she handed him his regular clothes--cleaned and pressed with extra care by her own hands. "Thank you, Aunty," Mahesh said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. He bent down and kissed Gowri's feet, then turned to kiss Urvashi's feet and finally Meghana, who pulled him up, hugged him and lingered in his arms a little longer than the others. "So, I'll see you tomorrow for the movie, right?" he asked, glancing at Meghana with a hopeful smile. She nodded, a playful glint in her eyes, and with one last wave, Mahesh left Gowri's home feeling both lighter and heavier at the same time.
As soon as Mahesh stepped through the door of his home, his mother's voice cut through the air, sharp and direct.
"Strip and kneel, Mahesh," she ordered, firmly glancing at him. The familiar tone of command struck a nerve, but Mahesh kept his emotions in check. "Yes, Ma," he replied quietly. Kavitha watched as her son silently started undressing. She knew it was wrong, she knew she was being unfair, but damn! This was the most powerful she had ever felt and she had no intention of giving it up just yet. Mahesh would be under her thumb, no, naked and under her feet for his life. She had already planned to ensure that, when he eventually started working, she would control his finances as well. She imagined him, naked, kneeling and begging for his small allowance every month while she would make him account for every penny and the thought made it difficult to keep her hands away from her crotch.
Very soon, Mahesh was completely naked and kneeling in front of her. Being trained by Gowri and their daughters, he locked his hands behind his head. Kavitha made a small circle around him. She saw the heavily welted buttocks and smiled even further. Mahesh was firmly instilled with the fear of the devil and would be completely obedient. She finally motioned him to stand.
She pointed toward the living room. "The floors haven't been scrubbed in days. Make sure to do it thoroughly, and don't miss a spot."
Mahesh knelt on the floor, scrubbing with a cloth, his hands aching from the repetitive motion. Gowri's house was smaller and easy to clean. This one, much larger, was more tougher. His mother stood over him, arms crossed, her gaze unrelenting. Every time he made a scrubbing motion, his naked and red-hot buttocks made a cute jiggle and she chuckled at the sight.
"You missed a corner," she said, pointing to a small section under the table. "Do it again." Mahesh clenched his jaw, but nodded, moving the furniture aside to ensure he didn't miss a single speck of dust. His knees hurt from the hard floor, and his fingers were pruned from the soapy water, but his mother showed no sign of relenting. He kept telling himself that there was not much he could do until his date with Meghana that evening and so, he silently bore his mother's punishments.
The kitchen was next. "Scrub the counters and wash the dishes," she ordered, standing in the doorway as if she were a warden. Mahesh scrubbed the counters until his hands were raw, wiping every surface with meticulous care. He could feel his mother's eyes on him the entire time. Her eyes were on his naked body and the thought constantly ensured that his arousal was in its full state.
He knew that, while he was on his fours, wiping the floor, his mother's eyes were fully glued to his completely exposed glutes.
He knew that, when he stood up, his mother adjusted to get full view of his massive organ.
Whenever he turned, his organ turned along with him and the throbbing motion brought a fresh smile in his mother.
However, not for nothing had Mahesh been a naked slave for a week. Mom was handing the utensils one by one. And, when it was done, she inspecting each of them determined to find a mistake. There was, of course, none. While doing them, he stared longingly at an apron. Mom followed his gaze, and calmly picked up the apron and draped it on herself. Already clad in a saree, this further heightened the difference between her clothed state and his complete nudity.
That evening, as Mahesh got dressed for his date, his mother surprised him with a new watch. "A little gift for you," she said, smiling as if nothing were wrong. Mahesh looked at the watch and gave a small nod of appreciation, but inside, he felt it was too little, too late.When he met Meghana outside the movie theater, however, he led her away from the entrance. "What's going on?" she asked with a laugh, following his lead. "Let's take a walk first," Mahesh said, steering them toward a nearby park, surprising her with his quiet determination.As they strolled through the park, the evening air cool against their skin, Meghana glanced at him with a mixture of curiosity and affection. "I didn't expect you to take charge like this, but I am really liking it." she said with a grin. Mahesh took her to a nearby park. Despite being a virgin, he knew this park had some secluded spots which was used for romantic trysts. Meghana, who was no stranger to these spots walked quietly behind him. She had been longing to be taken by his schlong but was firm that he should make the first move. Things were progressing faster than expected and she was loving it.
The park was quiet, the Moon quite large, casting long shadows. Mahesh looked at Meghana, her skin glowing in the fading light, and said, "I've never done this before."
She raised an eyebrow. "Done what?"
He took a deep breath. "This. Making love to a woman."
Meghana's smile softened. "Well, I'm glad you're starting with me, Mahesh."
He smiled back, his heart pounding. "Me too."
They walked and talked for a while longer, their hands brushing, until they reached the spot and Mahesh, with no hesitation, took his clothes off. Meghana had not made any effort to undress and stood in front of him, goading him to make the move.
