The camping trip came to an end in a few days, and Ashok returned home with his mother. Neither of them spoke about the incident at the lake, but they both sensed that things were no longer the same between them. Usha realized, with a mixture of sadness and excitement that the innocence which governed her relationship with her son, had somehow diminished, and replaced by a heightened sense of awareness of their mutual sexuality. Nothing further happened between them at the camp, as the mother and son tried to observe their filial limits.
Ashok found himself returning to that experience again and again in the following days, recalling how wonderful it felt to have his cock rubbed and pumped with so much love. He also recalled and relished the feeling of joy and excitement which he had experienced when he had fondled his mother's breasts. He knew she had enjoyed the attention also, and realized that she must have been suffering the loneliness since the death of his father. Until now he had not even thought about it, but now he wondered if their relationship might progress to that point where he could fill the void in his mother's life. He resolved that he would do his best to make his mother as happy as he possibly could. He still did not think that his mother would consent to sexual intercourse, although he became quite curious as to how it would feel.
For Usha, the little incident at the camp had caused quite turmoil in her heart. She was a passionate woman, now in the prime of her adulthood, and she missed her husband. She had tried to suppress her desires for five years, and had managed to live with that emptiness all this time. All of a sudden, the blossoming sexuality of her son has rekindled the fire in her loins, and despite the wickedness of the idea, she could not put the incident at the lake out of her mind. She still did not entertain the thought of seducing her son, but she longed for the feeling of elation and excitement which she had felt holding his hard, throbbing young cock in her fist. She didn't know what was going to happen now, but she hoped that she could do something about the burning fire between her legs.
A few months after the camping trip, Ashok was in his room, stretched out on the carpet in his room, and studying for a project report he had to finish in a few days. He had been working really hard on the report, but this evening he was stumped. He was not able to figure out one part of the project, and had been raking his brain as to how he was going to write that section. In frustration, he threw the pencil across the room, and lay on his back, his arms stretched out above his head, staring at the ceiling. It was hot and humid in the house, since the air conditioner had quit, and they had not had time to get it fixed. He was bare, except for his silk boxers.
Tired, he dozed off. And that is how Usha found him when she got back from work. She had changed into a short skirt and t-shirt. Because of the heat, she had decided to forego the bra. When she did not find her son at the kitchen table eating his snack at his usual time, she went looking for him. She found him lying on the carpet. As she walked into the room, she stepped on the pencil Ashok had flung away, and it snapped. She realized that Ashok probably was having a tough time with his assignment.
She stood above him, watching his tired face. Her heart went out to her handsome son. She called out to him softly.
Ashok stirred and opened his eyes. He found his mother standing over him. As he looked up, his gaze fell on her panty-covered crotch. He could see her plump mound, with the dark patch hidden by the material of the underwear. He looked at her face, and found her smiling at him.
"What's that Ashok, my sweetheart? A tough problem?"
Ashok nodded, and said, "I can't get the hang of it, Mom. I can't do it."
Usha knelt by his side, and pulled him up. She cuddled his head against her bosom, and said, "You can do it, son. You are probably trying too hard. Put it away for a while and come back to it."
Ashok put his arms around her, and nuzzled her breasts with his nose and lips. He realized she was not wearing a bra under the t-shirt, and his heart began to race. He looked up to her and said, "No, Mom. There is no time. The project is due in a couple of days. It's so frustrating..." His voice broke, and he began crying out of sheer helplessness.
Usha pressed his head against her breast, and patted his head. "Now, now. My baby. Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll help you. Just relax now."
She held him close. Ashok felt her breasts against his cheeks as she smothered him with kisses. He looked in her face. Usha's eyes were full of love and compassion. Ashok felt her deep love for him, and he clung to her, pressing his face into her chest. Usha looked at him, and saw the bulge in his boxers. He was aroused by her closeness. She smiled at him, and kissed him on the forehead.
Ashok put his hand against her flat belly, and pushed his fingers under the t-shirt, waiting for her response. When he realized that she did not resist, he pushed his hand further, and found her breasts. With an excited moan, he cupped her firm flesh, and squeezed it. Usha let out a deep sigh, and pressed her hand over his.
"Oh, Son. It feels so good, honey. Please don't stop." She cuddled his face to her chest. Ashok pressed his lips against the bare flesh of her breasts, and watched as her nipples hardened. Usha pulled up the tee-shirt and pressed her son's face against her aroused flesh. Ashok quickly opened his mouth and began sucking one of the nipples. Usha moaned with pleasure, as her son sucked and kissed her nipples in turn. She stretched out next to him on the carpet, and embraced him.
"Come to Mommy, sweetheart. Mommy will take care of you."
Ashok leaned over the semi nude form of his mother, and began sucking and caressing her breasts. He found it so thrilling to feel and squeeze the firm flesh, and to see how much it excited her. He looked at her, and said, "I love the feel of your breasts, Mom. They are so wonderful. Did you nurse me when I was a baby?"
