Note: Thanks to many of you who have written back to me with your views and comments about the earlier stories. Here is another one of my stories, hope you enjoy.
My name is Raja, I was studying in an college about a little far away from home in a big town. I was 19 at the time, and an only child. My mom was around 40 and my dad was 46. There were always fights at home and my mom and dad never got along well. It was already a year since I started at this college and I had gone home only once, to see my mom and dad. During the time I was there, they were still fighting and I got real angry and vowed never to come home again. My mom started crying and was very emotional about me. I said sorry to her for being like that, but I wished that there was some peace at home or you should atleast get out of this thing if you cannot be with each other happily.
I had rented a small apartment in the town, and there was just a small kitchen and a small bedroom, and a small bathroom, just enough for one person. I managed with this as this was the only place I could get that was close to my college, and also close to all the canteens. My Mom and Dad had never visited me when I was here and I was glad they did not, as I wanted to be independent just like any other teen who wanted to be away from their parents, to have a chance at scoring with girls.
I used to call home every fortnight and one day my mom started weeping and asked if she could come there and stay there for a few days as she wanted to get away, things between her and Dad had come to a standstill and they were planning to divorce. I was hesitant and said okay.
My mom arrived 15 days later, and I took her to my place, and told her to manage with this small place. She was not worried about it and said she will manage and cook for me there. I was not too happy about this as I was going out all the time and again was forced to be with one of my parents. I asked what happened this time, and she said, they were going to divorce, so she had to stay away from Dad, and Dad had found a fine young lass to play around. I was angry with Dad, but she said, the marriage had already broken down and I really donât care about it. I felt sorry for mom and was okay with sharing a place with her now.
Days went by and I saw Mom in various states of undress all unintentional, this started exciting me sexually and I was looking forward to this every chance I got. Now Mom was a very pretty woman, though slightly plump, but very very attractive. She was 38D-30-39. She could raise eyebrows wherever she went being the buxom woman she was. Mom made sure I was well fed and I was glad she was here, though I could not banish the thought of her sexually. I was well built myself, having no bad habits and concentrating on making myself fit for my athletic pursuits I was good at. There was only cot in the house and mom used to sleep on the cot and me on the floor. My semester exams passed and finally I had holidays, but I had nowhere to go. Home was where I was and mom was already at home, where I wanted.
I took mom out for the movies and for food outside, Dad used to be generous with his allowance to both mom and me, so money was never a problem for us.
There was lovely romantic movie going on in town and everybody was saying how good it was. Mom was interested to see that and I offered to take her. Mom dressed up in a beautiful yellow saree and matching blouse, her fair skin complementing the dress she was wearing. She look so beautiful, I was literally breathless.
âMom, You look very beautifulâ.
âReally?â.
âYes, mom you do look awesome, like a devi (goddess)â.
âCome on, son there are lots of girls who look better than meâ
âBut you do look beautiful, momâ
âThank you son, that is the nicest thing I have heard in a long whileâ.
âYou are welcome, momâ.
âOh, thank you sonâ.
âWhy donât you dress up as well, Raja?â.
âOk, momâ I said and started putting on my shirt and pants right in front of her.
She looked at me and smiled.
âYou are very athletic, Rajaâ
âOh momâ I gushed.
âLots of girls must go fida(ga-ga) over you, Do you have a girlfriend, son?â she teased.
âNo, mom, I donât have any real girlfriend as suchâ
âWhat do you mean real girlfriend?â.
âYou know, girls whom you can do some stuffâ.
âWhat stuff?â she continued to tease enjoying my discomfort
âPhysical stuff, momâ I shouted
âOkay, Okay, I understand, your mom is not so old fashionedâ she replied calming me down.
âShall we go?â I asked
âYes, son, I want to see this movie, it is a romantic movie, I have not seen a romantic movie in a long timeâ
I was happy and as she sat on my bike, holding me tight I drove to the cinema theatre, making sure I go over every pothole intentionally so I can have mom bumping into me.