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This is not fiction. The names of the people involved, including mine, have been changed for obvious reasons. But believe me, it is all true, though it happened a long time ago, when I was justa kid. Although I am a rich businessman now, I come from a very poor family. I was the only child of my parents. My father owned a tea-shop in a suburban area of tamilnadu. We lived in a smallhouse behind the tea-shop. My parents worked hard to make both ends meet. Since they werefairly educated people and understood the value of education well, they had high ambitionsregarding my own education. I was not bad at studies. Though I was an only child, I was not aspoiled one. I was very obedient to my parents. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family,despite our poverty.Then things began to change for us. My father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died. I was only twelve then. After his death, my mother tried to run our tea-shopalone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I couldstop going to school and help her in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial condition was fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father's long illness, we had toborrow a lot of money from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to our house almosteveryday and demanding their money back. It was during this time that a woman in our neighborhood told my mother that an old couple in our locality was looking for a servant-womanwho could do all the household work and take care of them by staying with them in their house. Mymother and I went to see this old couple. We found that they were in their sixties. The old man, whowas called Vasanth, was a retired school-teacher. His wife's name was Parvathiamma. They had ason and a daughter who were now married and were living abroad with their respective families.Vasanth and Parvathiamma wanted to know if my mother had any previous experience of workingas a servant-woman. When my mother told them that she had the experience of running a tea-shopfor more than ten years, they were more than satisfied and were ready to take my mother in as theservant-woman of their house. They warned her that she would have to do all the work alonewithout any complaints. My mother agreed.Thus we started a new life. To clear all our debts, my mother sold the tea-shop and our house andwe moved into the house of the old couple. It was not a big house. It was a rather old-fashionedhouse. We were given a small room behind the kitchen to live in. The old couple seemed to begood people. Parvathiamma was initially a little reserved when she talked with my mother. Butwhen she saw that my mother was a good and hard-working woman, she became quite attached toher. The old woman was a very talkative type. But she was ill most of the time. So my mother hadto take good care of her. Vasanth, on the other hand, was a quiet man. He hardly opened hismouth in the house. But he seemed to be kind hearted. Since he had been a school-teacher, Iwould often take his help with my lessons. He was always eager to help. My mother was thankful tohim for that. The old couple did not have many visitors in their house, therefore they valued our company very much.Most of what my mother earned as salary was spent on my education. Often it was not enough.Sometimes when I asked for money to buy books or other things she would borrow fromParvathiamma. Parvathiamma would tell her that the borrowed amount would be cut from her nextmonth's salary. But often my mother would get the full salary itself; the old woman would ask her toforget the money she had borrowed. The old woman was kind to my mother in many other waysalso. Often, when her children sent her presents from abroad, she would give something or theother to my mother. I used to wonder why she was being so kind to us. But soon Parvathiammawas to ask something from my mother in return for all the kindness she was showering on us.One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in the kitchen. Parvathiammacame to the kitchen and struck a conversation with my mother. At first I was not paying anyattention to what she was talking. Then when I realized that she was discussing Vasanth's sex life, Inaturally began to listen attentively. The old woman was saying that in his youth her husband hadbeen rather shy. He had not taken much interest in sexual activities. It was only after their childrenhad grown up that he began to show a keen desire for sex.
 
And now, even in his old age he was showing a wild interest in sex which, she said, was veryembarrassing. She said that she felt pity for the poor man because he had failed to enjoy himself fully during his "best times”. “What can I do?" she told my mother. “At my age I cannot satisfy hishunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him." Here she paused. Then shesaid to my mother, “You can help him." There was another pause. Then she told my mother in veryplain words that she could help him by having sex with him. My heart was beating wildly whenheard this. I was waiting with abated breath to see how my mother was going to react. She wasundoubtedly shocked to hear this, just like me. There was silence for a few moments from her part.Then she told Parvathiamma that she could not even think of doing it, that it was a sin and the godswould never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded mymother of the many times she had helped her. She called my mother A thankless woman. Then she suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready tofall on her feet. "I can't bear to see him suffer", she said, weeping. “That’s why I'm begging you. Hecannot do it with an outside woman, because then somehow people will know. You live in our house. You are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out. Besides, at his agedo you think that he will be very demanding? Just let him hold you once in a while. That's all." Shekept on talking like this obstinately and eventually my mother was forced to say yes to her strangerequest. Parvathiamma was overjoyed. She thanked my mother again and again. Then she said, “Iwill send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep."I was fourteen when this happened. At that time I had already started experimenting with sex. Iused to talk a lot about sex with my friends and we also used to watch a lot of adult movies in thelocal theatres. But none of us - at least, not me - had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatestdesire to see a blue film. My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautifulwoman with a wheat complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I wasvery much aware of the sensuality of her body. We shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eyingat her large breasts, her midriff, and her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings.She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in frontof me. And I already knew that Vasanth had an eye on her. Although he hardly talked with mymother, I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly.That night mother was very silent. She was very thoughtful while we were having our dinner in thekitchen. After eating, we entered our room. There were two cots in the room, put close together. Islept on one - on the one next to the wall - and my mother slept on the other. The room was verysmall. Most of the floor area was taken up by the cots. I laid down. She also laid down after switching off the light. "Hari, have you studied everything for your exam tomorrow?" she asked menow. "Yes, amma," I replied. Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silverymoonlight was flooding into the room. I was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost burstingwith anticipation and excitement.The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasanth knocked at thedoor and called my mother's name softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move amuscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes.But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, shegot up and opened the door. Vasanth looked at her briefly and stepped in. "Hari is sleeping?" heasked. "Yes," my mother replied. He looked nervous.” I am not able to sleep”, he said. He slowlypaced up to window. Then he said, in a slightly shaking voice, "I have a slight headache. Can I liedown here for a while?" She did not reply. Nevertheless, he sat down and slowly laid down on her cot. He was wearing only his mundu. His torso was bare. Though Vasanth was old he had a fairlyhealthy body. He was a stout man with a large belly. His chest was very hairy. He looked at mymother who was standing near the door not knowing what to do.” Come," he said,” you also liedown." My mother hesitated. Then she stepped closer to the cot. He shifted his position to the edgeof the cot. "Lie here", he said, patting gently to indicate that he wanted her to lie between him andme. For some reason he wanted to lie at the edge. This position suited me also, because if he was
 
to lie between me and my mother then I would not be able to see what he was going to do to her.My mother climbed on the cot at the foot and moved on all fours to reach him. Her sari slid off her shoulder, revealing her big, round tits, packed tightly in her white blouse. The sight of the twobreasts seemed to freeze Vasanth with excitement for a brief moment. My mother covered herself again and reclined gently, resting her head on the pillow, a little away from him. I was sure that shewas hardly touching him. But he could not keep from touching her. He lay unmoving for a while.Then he raised himself on his elbow and continued to gaze at her lips, her neck, her breasts…her whole body for a long time, as if he was seeing a woman for the first time. Then, completelyovercome by the passion, he grasped her shoulder and bent down to kiss her face. She turned her face away from him. He lowered his head further and managed to plant kisses on her cheeks, chinand lips. He kissed her a number of times, all noisy, wet kisses that reflected the great lust he washaving for her. Then he straightened and looked at her briefly. He then slowly pulled away her sarifrom her shoulder, uncovering her breasts and belly. My mother impulsively crossed her hands infront of her bosom to cover her boobs. He brushed away her hands impatiently and placed his palmon her somewhat large belly, on the smooth, warm area just below her navel and started to movehis hand up. When he reached the navel, he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around anumber of times. Then his hand moved to her midriff. A sudden moan escaped her when hesqueezed the soft milk white flesh there which had doubled up deliciously with age. Then his handbegan to journey to her breasts. His palm gently cupped one breast and moved in a circle all over it, as if to feel its size and rotundity.Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit five times, pressing down as he squeezed. Icounted as he squeezed. He did the same with the other breast. Though my mother tried to stophim by holding his hand a couple of times, she was in reality enjoying it all. But she was frightened.Frightened that I may wake up, frightened to reveal her passion to this old man who until now shehad respected as she would respect a father, frightened because she knew that what they weredoing was naked sin. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her moans, as if her mouth was watering. Vasanth now sat up excitedly. He proceeded to undo thehooks of her blouse one by one. My mother whispered to him,"Aiyo, please, not now! What if Hariwakes up?" The old man ignored her protests completely. She glanced at me timidly, then shelooked at his hands which were patiently undoing one hook after another as the thin material of her blouse began to strain because her breasts seemed to be growing bigger and bigger every second.Finally, as the last hook was undone, my mother's big boobs seemed to jump out to their freedom.They were big, as big as ripe coconuts, with dark nipples that were fully erect. I was quite takenaback by the length of the nipples. Each nipple was almost as long as my little finger. Vasanth wastrying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm gripand try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand. He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, firstgently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly. He took the nipples between each thumb andforefinger and pulled them up vigorously. My mother moaned, "Umm aahhh" I almost ejaculatedwhen I heard that moan. Of course, I was not masturbating. I was not even holding my penis which,naturally, was very much erect. I was simply longing to jerk off, though. But my situation was suchthat I could not move a muscle. The old man lowered his head and started licking the nipple andthe surrounding area of one breast. He opened his mouth wide and took the nipple and also a largeportion of the breast itself into his mouth. Then he slowly lifted his head, letting the breast and thenipple slither out. He repeated this several times. Then he suddenly asked my mother to take off her blouse completely. She hesitated and threw a glance at me. Then, raising her torso , shepeeled off her blouse. She looked like a sex goddess now. She had fleshy shoulders and arms anda slightly bulging belly. Her long, straight hair hung loose and seemed to cover her backcompletely. Age had only made her body nothing but juicy. Yes, I was thinking that she looked likea ripe and juicy mango. She raised her arms to tie her hair and I watched in delight how her bigbobs joggled from side to side with her movements.Now Vasanth couldn't hold himself any longer. With his free hand he pulled away his mundu anddropped it on the floor. Underneath he had nothing else on. He was stark naked! I saw his penis. It
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