Hello My Dear Readers...
Thank you for all the comments & feedback to the first part of the story. Very happy to know it has been liked.
The base plot is fully ready, and I am hoping to submit the next parts without much delay.
This is a series of text messages between Ayan and his mother, Mona. As it is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier part may make this more exciting.
This particular episode is comparatively smaller, but significant as it is the bridge between innocence and sin, in the relationship between the mother & son.
Happy Reading!!
Mona has received the picture her son, Ayan, sent her. And she has just opened it.
Mona : Ohh...
Ayan : What happened, Mom??
Mona : No.. No.. It's just that..
Ayan : What is it, Mom??
Mona : Your boxers are a bit too small for you, I guess, Ayan...
Ayan : Not really, Mom. This is the biggest size they make. And, I don't think any company sells bigger ones in the market.
Mona : But...
Ayan : What is the problem, Mom??
Mona : It is not a problem, Ayan. It is just that your boxers look so tight.
Ayan : See, Mom... That's why I told you, you won't be comfortable sleeping with me, if I wore one of them. You are already feeling uneasy.
Mona : No.. No... It's not that, Ayan. I was just wondering...
Ayan : Wondering what, Mom??
Mona : Wondering why it is so tight...
Ayan : Mom?!
Mona : What, Ayan??
Ayan : Hahaha... It's nothing mom.
Mona : What do you mean by nothing??
Ayan : Haha.. Just leave it, okay. You already know what it is. Don't try to make me say it.
Mona : I do not understand... Make you say what, Ayan??
Ayan : Monaa Ji!! No.. No.. No..
Mona : Hahaha... It's been a long time since you called me 'Mona Ji'. You used to do that when you were a kid.
Ayan : I know, Mom. I remember.
Mona : But, leave that for now. Will you please tell me why your boxers are so tight??
Ayan : You are irritating me, Mom. Stop asking why. You already know!!
Mona : I am the one who is getting pissed off. Why can't you just tell me what it is, instead of trying to evade my question?!
Ayan : Stop messing with me mom. Please!!
Mona : I don't get it, Ayan. Why do you have to act so weird all the time?? I can guess it is something very silly. But, why can't you just tell me??
Ayan : It is indeed something very silly, Mom. Just leave it, please. Don't even bother to guess.
Mona : Is there anything wrong with the boxers, Ayan?? Something like they are not branded, and the stitch is poor. And you are worried I will ask you how you are spending the money we give you to buy your clothes.
Ayan : Mom.. Enough!! Hahahah.. Enough, okay.
Mona : Why are you laughing?? Just tell me what it is then. Don't make me look so stupid.
Ayan : It's something personal, Mom... Hope that will do.
Mona : Oh..