I silently but very gently caressed her back, running my hands over her shoulders and over her behind. She continued to rest her head over my shoulders. I pulled back and, looking deep into her eyes, said in a quiet voice. “Amma, I love you, and I can’t change that”. I bent down, kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my mouth against her lips. She did not draw back from my embrace.
I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding. My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek. When we were alone, the hugs were back, but my hands now openly and gently caressed her. In the days that followed before the Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self. My sister also remarked at her change, to which she replied that she was going to see a movie with me.
My sister smiled at me, saying that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings. I mumbled, saying something about Amma needing a break. That Sunday evening, Amma looked stunning in a tight dress. Her breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress. I was overcome looking at her beauty. She looked very young. I was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stare.
The movie was a sentimental romance. As usual, I put my arm around my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders. After the movie, as usual, we went to the park. It was a cool night. Amma looked into my eyes and said, “Sai, thank you for your patience and thank you for the wonderful evening”. I looked at Amma and said, “Amma, you look sexy tonight”. Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, “Oh, Sai, if you weren’t my son, I would think you are trying to seduce your own mother”.
I looked at her and said, “Amma, I am”. Amma pulled her head back and replied, “Sai, for heaven’s sake, I am your mother, and besides,s I am married to your father”. “Amma, do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you and that you are deeply unhappy. Give me a chance, I can make you happy!”
She replied quietly after a long pause, “sai may be we should head home before one of us does something that we may deeply regret the rest of our lives”. I groaned. “Amma, I am sorry, but you are so beautiful you make me say and do things I have no control over.
Many a time I have wished you were not my Amma; maybe it would have been easier romancing you”. I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. I’m sure father did not do that. Amma caressed my cheek. “You poor baby, and by the way, I am glad you’re my son. Do you really think I am beautiful?” I smiled and replied by drawing her to my breast, “Yes,s Amma, you are beautiful and sexy.”
Suddenly I bent down and kissed her. Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms. I continued to kiss her with more and more passion. Suddenly she responded with equal pressure against my lips. At last I could see a crack in her armor. I pressed my advantage, and we continued necking. I was all over her face. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, and back to her lips.
I gently probed her mouth with my tongue, and she opened her lips. We necked for a while. Suddenly my mother said, “sai Its getting late. I think we should head home”. As we drove home, Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder. I could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. Halfway back home, I pulled into a side street, to my Amma’s surprise. I pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to kiss her.
I gently put my hand on her breast; she stiffened, pulled away from my lips, and whispered, Saii, I don’t think we should do this”. But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine. I continued caressing her breasts. They were firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands. I knew Amma was getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with greater intensity. Suddenly she pulled back and said, “Sai, we should go home”.
“Okay, Amma”. When we reached home, the house was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed. I knew father would be fast asleep, drunk. When we entered the house, I began kissing Amma again in the living room downstairs. At first she protested, saying that someone could come downstairs. I replied quietly but firmly, “Amma, I love you as I have never loved anyone before. I just want to kiss you all the time.
I can’t help it. Besides, everyone is fast asleep”. “That’s sweet sai, I love you too! But I am a married woman, and whatever shortcomings your father has, I am still wearing the mangal sutra he tied around my neck!” “Amma”, I whispered, “All we are doing is kissing and fondling. I don’t see any harm in that?”
“But, Sai, somebody could wake up and come downstairs”. Suddenly I had an idea. “Amma, how about going to my room? We can lock the door. Father, I’m sure, is drunk and won’t miss you”. Amma was silent for a few seconds. I was surprised when she nodded her head in agreement.
Amma replied, “Go to the room and wait for me. I’ll go and check on your father”. In my room, I paced back and forth excitedly. Suddenly my bedroom door clicked open, and Amma walked in. She pulled the door shut and locked it.
