CHAPTER 1
Hello everyone, my name is Sahil. I am a 20 year old guy living in Ahmedabad in Western India. I am currently pursuing my bachelors in engineering. This is the first time I am letting anyone know about my first sexual experience. It was with none other than my beloved mother. So here goes.
I live in the Satellite area of Ahmedabad which is one of the most posh areas in the city along with my parents. My dad Arun is 45 years old and mother Ami is 41 years old. My parents got married when my mom was just 19 years old. I was born 2 years later and am my parents' only child.
I had always been a shy kid since the beginning. I didn't use to go out and play cricket or football with my friends when I was young. Instead I liked staying indoors and play video games or board games. My parents never minded my shyness and introversion. Although they noticed that my tastes and interests were different as compared to my peers they never asked me to try and become more like them.
As I entered my late teens my dad was getting more and more involved in his business activities. He was working very hard and was providing very well for our family. The downside of this was that he started working longer and longer hours as the days went by leaving very little time (if any) for my mother and I.
My mother who had been a housewife for her entire life tried very hard to compensate for the absence of my father in the household by taking on all the duties that a father should take for a son, especially in his son's growing years.
I had an almost unnaturally awesome friendship with my mom since childhood and it strengthened even more as she tried making up for my dad's duties toward me. She taught me everything that a father should teach his son. She explained to me the changes that I was about to go through in my mind and body. She also explained to me the concept of sex and gave me the whole lecture about the "birds and the bees". I never realized how cool she was in explaining all this to me as parents rarely teach their children about sex even in this day and age.
Things were going on pretty smoothly until one fateful day my father suffered a very mild heart stroke that rendered him to the bed for an entire month. It was nothing too serious or to be worried about as the doctor assured us. It was just a mild warning for my dad to get the state of his physical health in order. Our lives and routines became a little upset as dad remained home for a month but it soon got back to normal. Or at least I thought they became normal. Little did I realize that dad's mild illness would change the entire fabric of our family life forever!
CHAPTER 2
More than six months had passed after dad's illness and our lives had seemed to get back to normal until one day just 3 days before my 18th birthday I came home from college (I was in the first year by now studying electrical engineering). I live in a 2 storey mansion and my parents and I have our rooms on the first floor. I had a glass of Gatorade from the fridge and climbed the stairs to go to my room. I wanted to just greet my mother and tell her I was home so I decided to go to her room first before going to mine. I reached the door of my parents' room and was about to enter it. I could strange sobbing sounds emanating from behind the door as if someone was crying. I opened the door and the door made some noise as it wasn't properly oiled. Suddenly the sobbing stopped.
I stepped into the room and found my mother sitting on the bed trying to conjure up a smile. It didn't fool me for a second. I went towards her side of the bed and sat down with her asking what the problem was and why she was crying.
She denied to be crying at first and tried to change the topic. But I told her I didn't buy it and asked her again why she was crying.
She told me I wouldn't understand. I told her that I was nearly 18 years old and had enough brains to figure out what her problem was.
She told me it was a personal problem between her and dad and that I shouldn't be concerned about this. Hearing this sort of made me a little tense. I got tense because never in my life had I seen or felt any amount of friction between my parents. Of course, there were some incidences here and there as there are in every marriage but I had never seen my mother cry citing my father as a problem.
I told her that I had a right to be concerned about the problem between her and dad as they were my parents and family. I had a vested interest in their happiness as any tension between them would eventually affect me.
Hearing these words, tears started trickling from my mom's eyes. I was puzzled.
I asked her why she was crying. She told me didn't realize that I was a grown up man who would understand her problem until I spoke those words of concern to her. Till then, she only considered me a kid. I started laughing.
She asked me why I was laughing. I said that it was funny for her to just realize it right then that I wasn't a kid and was in fact an adult. I was 6 feet tall, had an athletic body thanks to my regular work outs at the gym and I had inherited the good looks and features of both my parents. I stopped qualifying as a kid a long time ago.
Hearing this my mother burst into laughter. She said I was right and she should have stopped looking at me like a kid a long time ago.
I was glad that the atmosphere had lightened up a bit. So I gently asked her what problem she was having with dad.
She sighed and looked down at first and then slowly said that she and dad were having physical problems.
I asked her what she meant by that.
She lowered her voice even more and said that she and dad were having problems in their sex life.
I was sort of taken aback hearing those words. I never thought of my parents as sexual people or thought of them ever having sex. I knew they obviously did it now and then but I never thought about it consciously.
Getting my mind in order after about half a minute or so I asked her what the problem specific ally was. She said that the doctor had advised his father to refrain from indulging in any sort of physical activity that would put his body through too much stress. Sex was therefore out of the question for at least four months.
Mom continued by saying that even after the four months had passed dad could not have sex with her because the medications that he had been taking for his heart condition had, had a side effect on my father's body leading him suffer from erectile dysfunction. He simply could not get an erection. Apparently the problem was so severe that they had visited a sexologist who diagnosed him with having a rare condition where he could never get an erection in his life sufficient to perform sexual intercourse.
This diagnosis in other words said that my parents would not be able to have sex again.
This information struck to me like a thunderbolt. From the education and information that I had received about sex until then from my school as well as my mother, I knew what the importance of sex for the functioning of a good married life.
