This story is about me & my mother. My name is Rajesh, 27 years old living in Mumbai with my wife Sangeeta who is also my mother. Yes, I am married to my mother.
The story starts when I finished my college and got a job in Mumbai. We belong to a small town in west Bengal in India. My father died of an illness when I had just finished school and my mother has been working as a school teacher. I moved out to complete my education and when I got a job in Mumbai I got my mother to the city to stay with me.
She was more than happy with this arrangement as there was nobody except me who she can call family. We had a two bedroom flat and we occupied one room each. My mother Sangeeta then was 44 years old and I was 24. She is on a shorter side 5'2" with right amount of meat at her curves. She prefers wearing Silk sarees which makes her body look really sensuous. Her long black hair goes up to her waist and she prefers them open. She is exactly what an Indian male would want in bed.
The relationship between me and sangeeta was like a normal mother and son. Both of us never had thought about what is eventually going to happen. Although I had started realising that it had been really a lot of years that someone had used her body for love and she would be having her desires within.
I had heard my mother moaning on the bed at nights through the door. I realised that she used to masturbate for sexual pleasure. I had started getting attracted to my mother sexually and sometimes even masturbated thinking about her. But never had I tried to get near to her or to indicate my sexual desireness. In my mind I knew by now, that given a chance I would love to jump in the bed with her and take her to the peaks of sexual pleasure. Sometimes this used to be frustrating. Imagine you have a curvaceous beauty in your home and you can't even touch her.
My mother's younger sister, Madhu lived in Delhi. She was ten years younger to my mother and had a loving husband and a young son. Madhu's husband died and after an year her husband's family was pressurising her to marry her husband's younger brother. Madhu was undecided, actually against the idea. She came to our house to find some space from her in laws.
One night I was wahtching TV and and madhu & Sangeeta were talking in the room. I happened to pass by the door and my mother called me in to join the conversation.
Madhu: you wont understand. He is more like a son to me rather than my brother in law.
Sangeeta: So what madhu. He is ready to marry you. You are young! He will love you. And your son will get a father.
Madhu: But I have never looked at him that way. It is very difficult to change my feelings now.
Sangeeta: you have a long life ahead of you. Every woman needs a man. Think of the years that lie ahead of you. He is a good man. You should not hesitate on this.
Madhu: You have managed without a man. So can I!
Sangeeta: I did not have a choice. You are being foolish in this decision.
Madhu: And what do I do with my feelings. I have looked at him like a mother.
Sangeeta: Oh don't give me this bull shit. It is not that difficult!
Madhu got really angry in this conversation... she retorted angrily by saying that it feels like marrying my own son. Sangeeta was also angry by now and she said, if that seems the right thing to do then why not! Madhu retorted by saying you are preaching something that you cannot do yourself.
Both were very angry by now and in this rage Madhu challenged Sangeeta that If this seems so right, why don't you marry your own son. If you do that, I will marry my brother in law. Sangeeta was already angry and she said in rage, "fine I will marry rajesh. But keep your end of promise!"
Madhu went to the dressing table in the room and brought "sindoor" from there saying, do it now and I will believe you!. I realised things were getting out of hand. Before I could react, my mother who was still in rage said, "Rajesh, put this sindoor in my hair." I was not sure what was happening. I tried to reason out by saying something which made my mother more angry. She just ordered me again to do it and i just did it. I picked up the sindoor and put it in my mother's hair.
Sangeeta now turned to madhu & said, "there you have it. Now take tomorrow morning's flight to delhi and arrange your marriage." We went silent for some time. I went to my room and slept.
Madhu left next morning. I went to drop her to the airport and we didn't talk much. I went to office from the airport and came back home at night.
It was awkward to enter the home. Me and mom were alone now. To my surprise she was still wearing the sindoor.
I opened the conversation by:
Mom, lets talk about what happened yesterday. I understand that you were in a fit of rage and nothing needs to change between us. You don't need to feel upset or awkward about it. Lets go back to the way we were.
Mom: Rajesh, I am not upset about it. Neithr am I feeling awkward.
