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Sahil -- The author -- 20 year old Indian male from Ahmedabad (Western India)
Ami -- My beautiful mother who is 43
Arun -- My handsome dad -- 45
This story has been continued from Losing My Virginity -- Part 1.
CHAPTER 1
Wow! I had just caught my parents making insane and passionate love to each other on camera. But being the naive guy was back then I didn't realize that I had got something that would change my life forever.
As soon as my parents went to sleep after their marathon fuck, I slowly tiptoed myself out from the balcony back to my room. Once there, I downloaded the entire video onto my computer anxious to see the quality of the footage I had just shot. I was a little concerned about the quality of the video given the darkness I had shot it in. But when I checked it, everything was alright. The night vision of the camera worked pretty well and it was actually much better seeing the footage of my parents fucking than when I was actually in their room. The footage turned me on big time.
It turned me on so much that I jacked myself off three times before I actually could relax and sleep. I was super excited! Rightfully so.
CHAPTER 2
I woke up around 11 AM next morning. It was no problem as it was a Sunday. I generally tend to be lazy on Sundays with a late wakeup and basically lazing around all day doing nothing except watching TV and hanging out with friends. Ahmedabad is a dry city so any indulgence with alcohol is a no-no.
But, this Sunday morning was like none other. As soon as I woke up I couldn't comprehend the truth. Everything seemed a bit fuzzy. I felt like I was dreaming about last night's happenings. I lied in bed thinking about what was transpiring. It was a little difficult to grasp the truth at first but then it hit me. Everything was real. The reason I had a little trouble separating truth from fiction was because I had been dreaming about it last night after actually witnessing it!
I got up and got ready before heading downstairs for breakfast.
I found mom in the kitchen making something special for dad. This had always been a ritual between mom and dad since they started Dr. Shah's therapy. She made it a point to make something nice for dad on Sundays even though she had domestic help to do it for her. Apparently, Dr. Shah had said that it was nice to do such little sweet things for each other. It made even more sense to see mom doing it after seeing dad go down on her last night the way he did.
Dad was busy reading The Times of India. He was ready to go to the new golf course outside of town. It was the first of its kind in the city and dad had enrolled as member for a hefty price. And somehow, he was pretty good at playing golf despite his busy schedule. Earlier, he use to work full time on Sundays but had almost completely stopped that practice since the therapy and counselling started.
I just shot my "Good Morning" to the both of them. They reciprocated the greeting. I was relieved somewhat. I hadn't entertained the thought while coming down the stairs that my parents might have saw me the previous night. But their normal reaction towards me negated that theory. Phew..!
Mom served dad with his favourite dishes. Dad happily gobbled everything up before running out. He was getting late for golf. He told us that he'll get back by late afternoon.
That left me all alone with mom in the house
CHAPTER 3
Once dad left, my sinister mind started working on a wicked plan. Mom was all alone in the house for the next five or six hours with me. The domestic staffs were fortunately on leave till evening as they were planning to attend a festival in the old city. I had the opportunity of a lifetime.
I asked mom about her plans for the day. She said she didn't have an idea about what she actually wanted to do that day. She said she felt like watching a movie in the afternoon after lunch.
Bingo. I had my plan. I asked mom if she would like to see a movie with me. She agreed.
CHAPTER 4
Lunch time on Sundays was 12 noon. And mom and I sat down to eat. The cook had prepared our meals early in the morning before leaving to attend the festival. So, mom and I only had to heat the food before eating.
Once we were settled on the table with our lunch, I asked mom how she and dad were doing since they started counselling with Dr. Shah. Mom said she and dad had never been happier and that Dr. Shah was a miracle worker. He had put their lives back on track and they felt rejuvenated as a couple.
I expressed my happiness on hearing that and asked mom what Dr. Shah had done to make their lives so amazing. I knew the answer to that question but I wanted to hear what mom would say (and more importantly, would not say!). Mom said that Dr. Shah had told them to talk and listen to each other a lot more and spend more time with each other rather being busy with work or other things. Mom said that they were following the doctor's advice and were finding the going to be pretty good.
Mom asked me what I had been noticing about dad and her since the counselling started.
I told mom that I found their attitudes towards each other as well as everyone else a lot more positive and that they seemed a lot happier than they were before Dr. Shah.
"What else?" asked mom.
I said mom had started to dress much better since the last few weeks.
Mom smiled. She told me that she knew what I meant. She told me that I was old and mature enough to understand why she dressed much better. She said it was all part of the therapy and a natural thing. Of course, I knew what she meant by that. And I understood.
CHAPTER 5
After lunch, mom and I sat in the living room and talked a lot more about the current happenings in our own lives with her discussing dad and the society gossip and I discussing my studies and sports.
These talks went around for some time until mom asked me about girls.
Yikes!
I told mom that I didn't have a girl friend even though I had many female friends. She asked me if I was thinking about going out with someone or had a liking towards "someone special".
I didn't have any such "special" person in mind and I told her that.
Mom told me that it was high time I found some girl friend as these were the real days of my life that I could enjoy without any tensions and responsibilities and that it only went downhill once one started earning and had more family responsibilities.
This was somewhat startling as mom had never discussed anything like this about girls with me before. Plus, her suggestion and line of thinking was way different than what I had expected. Indian parents have this nagging habit of preventing their children from the "evil of dating" even in these modern times. What my mom said signified the exact opposite of that attitude.
I told mom that I understood and appreciated what she was saying but I said that I was focused on my career and had no time for such things.
"Make time" said mom.
She told me that it was necessary for me to be mature emotionally, mentally as well as physically before I decided to get married somewhere down the line. If I was not mature in all the three aspects, it would be difficult to live happily.
I was startled. What did mom mean by being "physically mature"? Did mom just tell me that I needed to have sex before I got married so that I did not be unhappy after marriage? That is sacrilege to Indian tradition of remaining a virgin before marriage. Although most people don't remain virgins before marriage it was unthinkable for a parent to suggest this kind of a thing to their children. Especially for mothers to prescribe something like this to their son is preposterous.
I asked mom what she meant.
Mom smiled.
She said that I very well knew what she meant. She told me that the times have changed. And that I need to move along with time. Men need to be physically ready to "perform" before marriage. If they aren't then it leads to all sorts of problems after marriage.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Then came the big shocker.
Mom asked me if I had ever been physical with a woman earlier in my life.
My cheeks turned red with embarrassment. But, I managed to mutter a meek "No".
Mom told me that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. Nor should I be ashamed of talking to her about it. After all, it was a natural thing and an important part of life. If someone didn't guide me then it would lead to problems later on.
I told mom that I wasn't attracted to anyone in particular but I did watch porn on the Internet sometimes.
