Rohan realized, these days, that he liked photography, movie making and creative arts. Design, advertizing, media, fashion and film industry, hence, may perhaps be his career choice, after he graduated.
Rohan also realized, that the love that he got, from his mom and the guidance he got, from Sandeep, were making life easier for him, and something to look forward to and relish each day.
He ended his conversation with his mom, and proceeded to get ready, to go the dining hall, for his dinner.
For Deepa, at the other end, life had already made choices, for her, after her divorce. She was happy, that her husband did not make much fuss, about the divorce and made her a free woman again.
With her fashion design qualification, Deepa sought and got a job, in a nearby College, of Fashion Design. Being not very far from her Dads' home, she was able to continue to be with her Dad, Sandeep, until her son Rohan, finished his Engineering Studies.
Deep recollected the time, when Rohan came to spent his college vacation, with her and dad. All three of them, had became a close, intimate, loving family. They had family nights, and movie nights, where, she would be sandwitched, between the two men she loved.
Rohan was with her and Dad, for nearly two weeks. She was delighted with the competition, between her Dad and her Son, in smothering her, with their love and their desire, to be with her, so much that, when they went on an outdoor camping one day, she shared the same tent, with them both.
I was surprised to realise the intimacy, I shared, with Dad and now my son. Nowadays, they would both take every opportunity, to kiss me, hug me and tell me how beautiful I looked. I used to dress up, for my two men, and unashamedly, flirted with them, with each one separately, and also with them both.
My son, Rohan, after his graduation, got a job offer and would be soon, joining an automobile firm. He had a creative streak in him, wanting to design products and create new technologies, involving motion of objects, in their respective spaces.
I was also partly responsible, for inculcating such talent, in him.
On the days that Rohan loathed his Dad, prior to my divorce, unable to get over his aversion for him, I would spend time with Rohan, to assuage his feelings. The outcome of such time spent, was the closeness that had resulted, between me and my son.
Rohan and me shared every small excitement, joyous moments and some dissappointments and dejections, that came our way.
I knew Rohan was good at design. Being a fashion designer myself, I would share with Rohan, what made things, more attractive.
Rohan was always appreciative, of the dresses, I wore, which, I designed myself. Part of my own talent, was shaped, by the feedback, which Rohan would give me, on every garment, I wore, every dress, I draped myself in. I learnt more from him, than, what I learnt from my fashion design school.
Rohan had an excellent eye for details, and a spectacular talent, for making textures, colors, contours, shapes, be worked upon, to make an exemplary tapestry of patterns and designs.
We grew up over the last few years, to horne each others skills and talents, - with him, contributing to my fashion fabrics and works, and me, helping him, improve on his creative, automobile designs.
While I knew how important it was, for dresses to conform, to the contours of a woman, and create an elegance, making her attractive, it was Rohan, who would give me tips, on how fittings can be done.
He suggested techniques such as a hidden zipping, which makes the dress, slip on a woman, over her head, sliding down to rest, on her hips, and with the concealed zip, doing the trick of closing in on the sides of her dress.
With such figure hugging dresses, aligned, with the body contours, my designs, made a striking impression and appeal, for younger women.
I was soon able to improve my wardrobe, and also send dresses, that I made, to boutiques.
Needless to say, I became an object, a model, to be experimented with, in various trials and techniques, that Rohan and I exchanged during our interludes. I got used to dressing, and wearing trial suits and blouses in front of Rohan, and eliciting his comments.
Such life events, proceeded naturally. Surprisingly, there hardly, were any hesitations, that I felt, in exposing myself to my son. He was my companion, my man and, there was no other man, I would want in my life, to admire me, and see my naked body contours.
Rohan himself grew up to become a handsome and attractive man. He had the habit of raising early and going for his early morning jog and exercising, in the local park. During evenings, he would exercise in his gym, that he had set up at our home.
Over time, Rohan also became my gym trainer and I soon lost the extra inches, which in any case were not much, owing to the healthy food preparations and practices, I learnt from my friend Anushree.
My son liked rock climbing, rafting, biking and partying. I blended into his world, and soon became so good at giving him company, that he confessed, a no of times, that he will not be able to get a girl friend, as good as me.
I liked hugging him, seated behind his bike, as we travelled along the the country side roads. We would stop over near a scenary, and relish the moment, pressed against each other. I would sense his hard on, as he pressed me with his hip, as I leaned on the bike or when we lay on a our outdoor blanket spread, on the ground. With no one around on the narrower bylanes outside villages, we would pull over to relieve ourselves. I would not hesitate to lower my jeans, with panties, as i squatted to piss, right in front of Rohan. In my sub-consiousness, perhaps, it was to show my son, that I felt it was his right to see the nakedness of his mom. The act of baring my self to him brazenly, sent an excitement through my spine. Rohan, matched my vibes, by opening his pant zipper in my sight and moving over the same spot I pissed, and letting out the stream, from his semi erect dick.
Both of us, satisfied with the ritual performed, will resume our journey on the bike, with me gripping him all the more closer as a pinion rider, in letting him feel my tits on his back.
Over a few months, I learned from the conversations I had with my son, the type of relationship, my son desires, in his mate. It was aligned with the kind of relationship, I myself desired to have, with a man.
It was as if, my expectation of finding fulfilment in a relationship, was absolutely matched, with that of my son.
The only problem as a mother, was in finding such a woman for my son, who can give him the satisfaction, that he desires. I kept suggesting to him girls, and young women, who were known to me, through my acquintances. He himself tried a few of them, and went with them, on dates. However, he could never relate to them, beyond casual friendship, and be ready to commit himself, to a relationship.
I watched him over all these months, and finally saw, that a continued bout of such experimentation, would soon lead to a frustration in him, and perhaps, even an aversion, to the very idea, of finding a mate.
I have more or less acted, as a cushion, for Rohan's emotions and feelings. I did not care, if the boundaries of our mother-son relationship, was breached, at moments, when we were both carried over, in such emphathetic moments.
I recalled what Anushree once told me, when I met her, at her farm house where lives with her dad, after her mom passed away, fighting a lost battle, to cancer.
She had said, "A lovable woman who knows her man, should be willing, to go to any extent, to give him the company he desires."
"In the privacy of their togetherness, she needs to yield to him, embracing him into her fold, inviting him to enjoy her."
"She needs to participate, in their mating, to make their union, intimate, blissful, erotic and lust filled."
I had shared what she had said with my son, in the cosy comfort of hugging each other, on a winter evening, when we were discussing, the potential mating partners, for him. Being closer to him, I found it easy to have these conversations with him.
When I had these intimate conversations with Rohan, we both sensed, an erotic buildup, of our own desires, for each other. It was as if, I was the mate, who is more well suited to my sons' desires and expectations.
Things quickly changed between Rohan and me, after we repetitively, experienced these 'together moments' and conversations, baring to each other our true selves. Progressively, our feelings were laid bare, and found expressions in our physical contacts, - moments when Rohan placed his arms around me, his hands resting over my tits. I would involuntarily press his hands over my boobs, feeling an excitement in me, as his hands would momentarily feel them or even grasp them fleetingly. At other moments, my hand would reach over beyond his thighs, to feel his hardness.
We felt a greater level of intimacy and attraction for each other. I started looking at Rohan, like the way a betrothed bride would look at her prospective groom, with whom she would soon wed. Rohan too, started looking at my body, with an aggravated doze of lust, sexual intent and desire.
I rang up Rohan again, the following day, and learnt that he wanted to join his company in Pune before his visit home.
That day our conversation had the edge of emotional tones, as he told me "Mom, could you join me in Pune."
"I am starting a new career and I do not wish to do this without you."
