It was another moment of realization for Bunty as to how close friends can often cause unexpected embarrassments. While Meena, his mother kept reading the bunch of papers without showing any notable expressions on her face, the humiliated son was wondering what would happen next. Meena has always been well known for her absolute forthrightness both at home and in the college. He began cursing Viju, his close friend for putting him in such a tight spot.
Viju and Bunty, both 19 years old, have always remained close friends since their school days. Mamta, Viju's mother was Meena's colleague and were obviously good associates. While Bunty remained a shy and timid guy, Viju was often notorious for his deeds if not misdeeds. He was too horny for a teenager and wasn't shy of admitting his fantasies about women twice his age. He stealthily brought magazines and pictures with obscene content inside the college which did earn him a few friends for sure. He was fond of reading erotic stories in print as well as on the web mostly about incestuous relationships. He never concealed his excitement about big breasted women disregarding their age and stature. Having read hundreds of stories, Viju had once decided to write one himself with the help of Bunty. Bunty just had to prune up the story by adding some richness to the language which he did with a lot of hesitation. However, Bunty was somewhat ignorant to have left the manuscript right on his table enabling Meena to pick it up while she had entered the room for the routine clean-up.
Meena was easily amongst the sexiest women in town. She stood about 5'5" with an incredible body and sharp features. Although she kept trimming her dense dark hair just enough to brush her back, she still looked like an angel. Unlike women of her age, she wasn't wearing any spectacles synonymous with her profession and was never shy of wearing sleeveless blouse revealing her well shaped shiny arms to the eager eyes of onlookers. Needless to say, she did have a pair of wonderful breasts which were always been the subject of her horny students.
"I guess you still have a fair distance to go," Meena spoke without lifting her eyes from the manuscript. "Both of you haven't picked up the grammar yet."
Bunty kept looking down with no idea whatsoever to say anything in reply. He feared a volcano could erupt once his mother was through with the story. A huge chill went through his spine as there was a likelihood that his mother would take up the matter with his Dad. May be, his mother would surely call Mamta and inform about the naughty literary assignment their sons had taken up.
"I am sorry," Bunty infused some courage into him and said apologetically.
Meena looked for once, flashed a brief smile and asked, "Are you feeling sorry for the horrible language in the story?"
Bunty bowed down again in utter humiliation and embarrassment. Meena flipped through the bunch of papers again quickly, rolled them into a cylinder and placed it on the table.
"Not bad if this is your first attempt," Meena said with an overtone of ridicule in her voice.
Bunty preferred to remain silent as he knew that he didn't have anything credible to say after being caught by his mother.
"I never imagined that boys of your age might have so much of drive," Meena spoke making a conspicuous effort to sound normal. "I have forgotten that there are enough diversions nowadays. Perhaps the worst is the internet."
It was getting a bit too much on Bunty as he couldn't resist a couple of drops of tear rolling down from his eyes. Meena unlike her usual self wasn't making any serious note about her son's crying as she simply watched. Eventually, Bunty managed to control himself by wiping off the moisture on his cheeks himself.
"Who is the lady in the story?" Meena queried placing her arms on his shoulder, "I guess it should be either me or Mamta."
"Well, it was written by Viju," Bunty admitted. "I was just trying to improve."
"Oops!" Meena exclaimed as another smile broadened on her face.
Bunty felt helpless to have disclosed the fact out of sheer fear.
"I will never do it again" He spoke firmly. "Forgive me."
"You didn't answer my question," Meena was persistent. "Is the lady in the story Mamta?"
Bunty's heart was beating aloud as he managed to reply in a hoarse voice, "No, it is you."
Meena's eyes brows shrunk at once hearing her son's admission. Incest! It was hard to believe that two boys have been fantasizing about her right under her nose and importantly, one was her own son. A sudden heaviness landed inside her as she struggled to digest the hard reality.
