*** Hello, I've always enjoyed Indian mom/son stories and this is my first attempt at one.
Any ideas for future chapters or just general comments are welcome. The story is short, but a fun read I hope :) ***
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In their youth, Raja and Anaya were full of promise and optimistic about the future, but the years weren't kind. Despite Raja's accounting degree, they struggled to make ends meet. This was a problem unfortunately compounded by the birth of their son, Sai. Anaya wished to contribute to the family funds, but it wasn't viable with a child to raise and Raja wouldn't allow it in any capacity. Raja saw putting a roof over their heads and food on the table as his responsibility alone, just like his father.
To find suitable work, they were forced to move from their family and friends to a dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the capital. Anaya did her best to make the ramshackle house feel like a home. Raja held down two jobs for a time and his pride prevented him from taking handouts from his parents. Anaya was more willing to seek aid and kept the extra money secret.
As the years passed, Raja became spiteful of his lot in life and not achieving his potential. Instead of taking out his frustrations on his family, Raja became more reserved and seemed to shrink into his cheap grey suit. Raja's relationship with Anaya crumbled, and their marital bed fell silent. Raja wasted time trying to crawl his way up the corporate ladder and make a name for himself, while neglecting Anaya and Sai.
Anaya raised Sai almost single-handedly and he was right under her thumb. Sai grew increasingly resentful of his workaholic father. This was mostly due to him seeing his once vibrant mother wilt and fall into a stupor. He'd often catch her sobbing and rush to comfort her. When he'd ask her what was wrong, she'd only smile through her tears and hold him.
Their neighbourhood was unsavoury, and Anaya didn't want Sai associating with street urchins, so he resigned himself to schoolwork and watching other children play into the late hours. Rather than fall into delinquency, and cause further heartache for Anaya, Sai helped around the house and the two would spend their days together. Sai came to understand it was more for her sake than his own.
Anaya never admitted her loneliness to Raja because she feared to cause him undue stress, such was her self-esteem at the time. However, Sai would often argue with Raja about getting another job or Sai quitting his studies to find work and lessen his father's burden. Raja and Anaya wouldn't allow their son to throw away his future. After a certain point, Anaya pleaded with Sai to not provoke his father anymore because it upset her. Sai acquiesced and focused his attention fully towards his studies. Sai aimed to excel and one day take his mother from their lonely house.
By the time Sai turned eighteen, Raja noticed how much he resembled him in his younger days, as if an angry mirror to the past was silently judging him for his squandered life. Raja was stuck in his ways and pushed such thoughts to back of his mind. Anaya saw the likeness as well and it brought on a certain melancholy and wistfulness around her handsome son.
Unbeknownst to either parent, Sai had become attached to his mother, in a way a son shouldn't. All the time and effort he'd spent aiding Anaya through his burgeoning adulthood had stirred a forbidden attraction. Sai's dismissed his feelings at first, thinking he only wanted to protect and care for his mother. However, in his most private moments his thoughts turned to romance. He would try to place some other woman in his mother's stead, but, to his shame, he finally admitted there had never been another woman.
Sai remembered back to when Anaya sat him down for the birds and the bees talk. She used a sex education book for reference, which detailed the male and female anatomy. Sai shyly asked whether his mother was the same as the females in the diagrams. Anaya laughed, slightly embarrassed herself, and said of course, which made him curious to learn more. Anaya mentioned wet dreams and Sai was able to put a term to what he'd already been experiencing, but he didn't say they featured his mother.
Sai was in for further turmoil when his thoughts escalated to lust. The root of Sai's incestuous desire was simple to decipher. Anaya was 5'3" with a swarthy complexion. She had gained a few pounds in recent years to become a voluptuous vision. Her breasts and buttocks were large and bouncing in sarees that clung to her curves and rode up the crack of her behind. Sai often daydreamed about the fabric against her soft skin and how his mother threatened to burst out at every moment. Anaya also had dark hair, lush thighs, big motherly hips and a slight belly. Sai loved that, at 5'11", he towered over his thick mother. She'd look up at him innocently with her big brown eyes, while he'd ogle the deep recess of her cleavage.
There was some lingering trepidation on Sai's part, he considered finding a girlfriend to sway his thoughts, but it was truly too little too late. There was also a further twist in the tale as Sai began to resent his mother's blatantly arousing figure, a feeling which had been brewing for some time. He wondered how could she walk around like that in front of her own son? Did she not realize he was practically a man? A man who had been taking better care of her than his father ever did? Sai was angered by irrational slights because the truth was Anaya no longer saw herself as attractive. The ill-fitting sarees were due to a force of habit, while she had tried in her younger years to gain her husband's interest and at least physically reconnect.
In his efforts to woo his mother and satisfy his curiosities, Sai became very affectionate towards her. His kisses brushed her lips. He would hug her so tight that her warm bosom pressed against him, in the process he would almost poke her with his obscene erection. Sai would dance with her in the kitchen and grip her by the hips, while slightly tugging on her saree to make the globes of her bottom tremble.
