This is the third chapter of this story. It is best read chapter-wise to follow the characters and events. All characters and events are fictious and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence. All characters are over eighteen years of age
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Once Smita left, Sekhar's life returned to its normal routine of work during the day and lonely nights wherein he rued his ill luck in marriage, his separation from Aruna and life in general. Often, he would think about those two wonderful nights during which his sister provided solace to him.
Sudha noted that her son had slipped back into a kind of depression and she was worried. She spoke about it to Smita during one of their daily telephone calls.
"He looked much better when you were here,Smita! Now he is back to his depression and I am worried." Her mother sounded very concerned.
If only you knew what I did to him, mom, Smita thought warily! No way could she tell her mother that directly! But, Smita knew her mother was an intelligent and caring person. May be she could hint things to her without admitting anything and guide her mother! It was worth a try, she thought.
"Mom, that was because when I was there, I took good care of him. You know he was depressed about his separation and was feeling very lonely. So, I gave him my company."
"I am also trying to talk to him but he doesn't allow any conversation for too long." Her mom replied.
"I am not talking of conversations alone, mom. I thought it best not to allow him to be lonely, even at night and dwell on things," Smita said, hesitantly.
"You mean you asked him to sleep in your bed?" Her mother sounded very surprised.
"Yes, mom, the poor guy was having nightmares and he needed to be comforted." She laid a little emphasis on the word 'comforted'.
She heard the quick intake of her mother's breath. A silence followed.
"Mom, you do realize that you and I are the only women in his life now, don't you? He has no one else to turn to. Sekhar is still like a child in many ways. When a child is unwell we have to take good care of him right?" She kept on.
"Very true" Her mother answered, softly.
"So, I comforted him mom. He slept in my bed and when he had those nightmares I held him in my embrace and comforted him." There it is! At last, she told her mother what was needed.
"You should also try and do the same, mom, whenever possible. We have to take care of him. He has no one else." She finished speaking.
"You are right. He is my child and I will take care of him. I have to." Her mom answered her softly and ended the call.
It was easier said than done. Sudha thought about the problem. She and Kumar always slept together in the Master Bedroom. These days they hardly ever made love. But they shared the bed out of habit and for mutual comfort. She can never go and sleep in Sekhar's bed. Her husband would ridicule her and never allow that.
The solution came in the form of a one week training program for Officers of his bank in Delhi which Kumar was asked to attend. Here was a chance for her to be alone with her son at home and comfort him. But, did she dare to! How could she bring herself to play that role! Sudha was indeed confused.
On their first evening alone, after dinner, they sat in the living room on the sofa and watched the TV. Sekhar watched a news channel for few minutes and then asked his mother. "Do you want to watch anything special mom?
"Let us have some music, Sekhar."
He switched the channels and stopped at a music channel that played Bollywood Hindi songs and adjusted the volume to a low. They sat quietly for a while.
"How is your new job and work?" Sudha asked him.
"It is fine, mom. No problems."
Again quiet reigned for a while.
On the TV a song was playing showing a kid celebrating his birthday with his parents and friends. It brought a smile to her face. Sekhar looked at her, questioningly.
"I am reminded of you and Smita as kids." She laughed.
"Mom, you must have had a tough time with the two of us." He said smiling.
"Indeed! It was pretty tough. It was your father's idea for us to have two kids in quick succession and then stop. He said that though it would be tough for a few years, both of you would grow up together and it would be lot easier later."
"But initially it must have been very tough for you, mom." He said fondly.
"Yes Sekhar. Smita was just one when you were born. It was more like bringing up twins. For example, I had to feed you both and it was a tough job when both of you were hungry at the same time." She smiled as she recollected.
Sekhar felt an excitement as his mother mentioned feeding. Next instant, he felt ashamed at getting excited.
"There were times when your sister wouldn't let go and you cried out loud for milk and I had to manage both of you little devils. Luckily, I had enough milk for both of you." She smiled.
"But, Smita was mostly quick and less demanding. You! You were a regular devil!"
Sekhar felt a strange feeling of love well up for his mother and moved closer to her. She took his hand in hers and caressed it lovingly.
"Yes, you were a little devil and you wouldn't leave me alone even after you had your fill."
Sudha didn't feel uncomfortable telling her grown up son about this. On the contrary, she was a little excited. She pressed his palm gently.
"What did I do mom?" he asked, excited.
"You would finish feeding but sleep in that position and if I moved away, you would wake up and cry." Sudha didn't smile now and her voice shook a little. She held his hand a little tighter.
"I slept like that, mom?" his hand gently squeezed her.
"Yes. By the time Smita was two we switched over to bottled milk for her. But you devil, you never stopped...even when there was no milk. It took years for you to get over that habit."
"You mean I loved to sleep with tit in my mouth even without milk! Incredible!" He said looking at her full breasts, his excitement mounting.
Sudha felt his eyes wandering on her breasts and she felt her nipples hardening and blushed.
"Not just that. Even without milk, you loved sucking them. You did that for a long time" She felt a thrill saying that.
Through the thin material of her blouse, he could see her nipples hardening. His own reactions were mixed. He felt very excited with mounting passion. At the same time his conscience gnawed at him with guilt.
They were reprieved by the shrill ringing of the telephone bell. Sudha answered the phone. It was Kumar calling from Delhi. Sekhar left quietly for his room. By the time Sudha finished with the call, the lights were off in his room. Sudha finished the few pending chores and retired to her own bed about fifteen minutes later.
She couldn't sleep right away. As she recapitulated the events of the evening, she felt strangely excited and disturbed. Did she really talk to her grown up son about his penchant for sucking her tits in his childhood! Oh my god! How he looked at her boobs and how her nipples hardened. She was sure he noticed them too.
Without really meaning to her hands went to her blouse and unhooked it. Her full breasts, still shapely and attractive, bounced when released. She felt her fingers go to the nipples which lengthened and hardened at her touch. Shutting her eyes she let her fingers massage them.
Her boobs have not been touched by a man for long...her husband hardly interested in sex these days. They yearned for a male touch and love. Slowly she drifted into sleep.
In his bed, Sekhar too thought of the evening's excitement. What his mom said was innocent enough. But then, why did it excite him so much. Was there a sexual undertone or was it a figment of his imagination? The hardening of her nipples was very visible and that was not imagined!
The thought of her hard nipples possessed his mind...took control. Then, he thought of sucking those nipples...not as a child feeding in the past but as a man sexually aroused! The image was so erotic and powerful that he masturbated immediately seeking a release for his pent up passion.
The next day, after Sekhar left work and she finished her domestic chores, Sudha sat for a while gathering her thoughts. What had happened last night was sort of confusing and she needed to analyze it. There was no doubt that she started the conversation innocently enough. She wanted to engage him and talked of what came to her mind first.
But, as the conversation progressed, it had acquired a sexual undertone. The beauty was that it came in so naturally and was accepted by both of them. Was it at their conscious level or sub-conscious level? Whatever it was, it was certainly not a figment of her imagination. Her nipples hardened and became so sensitive. And her son cast hungry looks of lust at them.
May be this was what Smita's telephone talk was all about. She talked of providing her poor brother comfort. Did Smita allow him access to her boobs and did Sekhar fondle them! She can't ask her daughter about it but she had a feeling that they both did indulge in some physical contact.
That was nothing short of incest and it was a taboo; forbidden by their society. The very idea should have shocked her.
But, Sudha was shocked that she was not shocked!!
Her son was in a sad state and depression. His welfare was more important than perceived sins or social taboos. After all, as Smita rightly said, they were the only women in his barren life now.
If providing comfort to her son involves indulging in incestuous thoughts and practices so be it, Sudha thought.
That night they sat together again in the living room in front of the TV. As Sekhar watched the news, Sudha called her husband on phone and talked for a few minutes to tell him all was well. After the call she returned to her place on the sofa next to her son.
While his mom talked to his dad, Sekhar observed her from the side, unobtrusively. His mother was dressed in light cream colored sari and a white blouse. Her blouse material was very thin and he could see that she was bra less. Her breasts were full and shapely and he could see them, quite clearly, through the transparent blouse. Even the points of her nipples were prominent.
The urge to touch those wondrous breasts and feed on them had intensified in Sekhar beyond belief. Whole day, his thoughts returned to them, time and again. He knew that it was wrong to even think in these lines but he was helpless. Such is the power of lust on normal humans!
