My name is Ganesh, 18 yrs born in a middle class south Indian family. My family consists of my dad, DInesh, 47 yrs and mom, Manju, 39 yrs.
This incident happened after few months of government imposed COVID lockdown that happened in India. At that time, I was bored out of my mind, spending my time binge-watching series and playing video games. However, as a family, we grew more closer. I started spending more time with dad and mom, playing board games and watching movies together.
However, I did not know my normal life was about to change soon. It started with dad getting symptoms of cold. He went to the government hospital nearby and called us a few hours later, to inform us the bad news. He had tested positive for COVID.
The next few hours went like a blur. Since there were no major symptoms, dad had to be quarantined in a room, for 2 weeks. After some discussions, it was decided dad would undergo quarantine in my room, which was upstairs in our house. I moved few of dads clothes and essentials into my room. Then got few of my clothes, laptop, toothbrush etc out of my room and kept it downstairs.
When dad came back, he went straight to my room, maintaining a safe distance from us, and locked the door. Mom and I had decided not to test ourselves, until we show any symptoms, as by this time, the intensity of COVID cases had come down. We messaged Dad to sent us Whatsapp messages or voicenotes on our phones, if he needed anything.
It was almost dark, when the initial confusion had died down. Mom had left Dad's dinner outside my room and had talked to him over phone, asking if he needed anything else.
Now, mom and I were sitting down at the dining table, eating dinner, both of us not speaking that much.
"Where are you going to sleep?" Mom asked suddenly, and that was the first time, I figured out I didn't have a bed to sleep that night.
"I can sleep on the living room couch." I said, after some thought.
"You won't be comfortable sleeping there, and that too for 2 weeks. We can share my bed, till your Dad is better." Mom said.
I thought for some time, and nodded. I didn't find it weird sharing a bed with mom, because until that day, I hadn't looked at mom in a negative manner.
After, we finished dinner, I got onto my parent's bed and started playing with my mobile, waiting for sleep to come in. Mom was still cleaning up the dishes, and after about 15 mins, came to the room.
She was wearing a yellow nighty, and after untying her hair, she let her hair loose, got next to me and lied down.
"Stop playing with your phone and go to sleep" Mom said, pulling the blanket up, covering both of us.
I put my phone beside me and turned off the bedroom light switch, which was next to where I lay.
It was difficult to fall asleep, in a new bed, and that too, next to mom. After some turning and tossing for what felt like a long time, I felt sleepy and closed my eyes. Mom had fallen asleep long before me.
In the middle of the night, I thought I heard a noise and woke up. I am a light sleeper, and usually gets up few times, in between sleep. But the position I was sleeping that moment, made me freak out a little. While sleeping, I had turned to my side, and now was lying facing mom, who was sleeping straight. My right arm was laying across her boobs, raising up and down, each time she breathes.
At the age of 18, I was still a virgin. And that was the first time, I had ever touched a woman's boob. I felt guilty and excited at the same time. I was fully awake now, my sleep gone completely. I could hear my heart starting to pound quickly now. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me and I moved my hand a little, and placed it on top of mom's left boob. I then waited and didn't make any sudden moves, to confirm mom was still sleeping.
I moved my hand slowly across mom's boobs, feeling its shape, with my hands. I could slightly feel the impression of the bra she wore underneath. I then gave mom's boob a slight squeeze.
The feeling of groping mom's boob was making me hornier. I realized I had developed a hardon. Suddenly, I thought mom stirred a little. I stopped squeezing, but left my hand still on her boob. After few moments, I realized mom was still fast asleep. However, my initial arousal was now gone, and the guilt of what I had just done pulled me back into reality. My dick became flaccid and I turned around, now facing opposite direction to mom. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about what had happened.
When I woke up next morning, I was lying alone on bed. Mom usually wakes up much earlier than both dad and me. I went into the kitchen and saw mom was already busy working, making breakfast for all of us.
She noticed me standing in kitchen, and said " Good morning, son"
I was relieved. She hadn't noticed what I had done yesterday night.
