All characters are above 18. All reading also must be above 18.
This is an Incest story between Mother and Son.
It is a long story, in a taboo subject, those in a rush might not find it engaging.
Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian text written in Sanskrit and is not just a sex-guide as it is projected out by many, although sexuality is at its core. The positions associated with Kama Sutra are playful take by the philosopher Vatsyayana who many centuries earlier addressed sexuality as a tool for a better life, better relationships, and emotional fulfillment of society.
I can't claim to be an expert on Kama Sutra, or even close to knowing enough about it and I have taken liberties for the sake of the plot.
Enjoy...
hollywood
When Mom and I moved from India to America, we were not going for the American Dream. We just wanted to get as far away from India as possible. The furthest point looked most promising to both of us. Thus started our move from Bombay to Los Angeles.
I am an Actor with quite a few decent modeling assignments under my belt and also a few short scenes as a side-character. I was waiting for a big break in my career, when a major fight between Mom and Dad broke our family. Our family was breaking up.
Mom and Dad had a flourishing business, which they had jointly built when they had started as young executives. The publishing business that was bootstrapped in the nineties was now booming and had a couple of major franchises under its belt. A protracted battle would have hurt business and Dad offered to buy out Mom to ensure an amicable way out for both of them. It worked out well enough for her because the liquidity gave her the freedom she needed to get away.
At 22, being their only child I was loved by both my parents and was very happy with my life until this separation happened. Both Mom and Dad doted on me and gave to my every whim and I could not have imagined living just one of them.
One amongst Mom's priorities was to leave Bombay. She was emotionally saturated and could not afford to be around, she felt. She decided to go back to her home in New Delhi. The liquidity of her deal with Dad gave her this freedom.
I was in a dilemma. I wanted to go along with Mom so that she wasn't alone. Dad clearly could handle himself well alone. But my problem was the film industry was in Bombay and the potential in Delhi was close to nil for an actor. One Sunday evening, when I was sitting with Mom and I told her I want to pursue my career as an actor further but I also wanted to stay with her.
She responded impromptu, "Let's shift to Los Angeles. You will be able to take a shot at Hollywood and see if you luck out. I don't want to be in New Delhi also, to be honest. I could use a fresh start."
And a few weeks of meandering later, the plan to relocate to L.A. was firmed up.
We had no connections in Los Angeles or for that matter in the USA, nor any relatives who could help. I found a couple of colleagues in the film circuit who put me in touch with an agent. I corresponded with Sam Mayer and found him willing and very cooperative. A young bloke of about 35, open gay and modestly known in the casting circuit.
My parent's divorce application languished in court, three months later - the middle of December last year - we were in a rented house in the suburbs of Los Angeles in South Pasadena. The house had four bedrooms, a drawing room spread on two floors. We specifically chose a house without a swimming pool, both of us weren't keen swimmers. The rent was modest and we went for a two-year lease. Both of us leased cars immediately.
Nine months later, I had little to speak of in terms of assignments that Sam has gotten me except for a couple of modeling assignments that were printed in technical magazines. One, which showed me a software engineer because of my skin color and the other, was a gym chain, where my in-shape physique came in handy. The gym assignment was a repeat business and I had done four advertisements for them, all print. Their ask was simple - smile, my top bare and flat tummy flexing abdominal muscles. We were in talks with for role in a TV series but the audition results weren't out yet. The producers needed a South Asian face for a role as one of the five main friends in the chain. That could be a big break if it materialized.
Besides Sam I hadn't made many friends yet. I also owed this to Sam because I hung out with him most of the time. To his credit he did show me around, and he partied regularly, I guess mostly on account of networking that he must need for his business. I liked the parties though and got to meet girls almost every time. Most of them were fun. Clearly Sam wasn't keen on the girls but he knew how to be great company.
Mom after a long hiatus bought a Book Store in a mall on Lake Avenue. Publishing was out from her life but books weren't. She loved it and was happy with the change in pace that the bookstore gave her. She was slowly working on changing the core of the bookshop to specialize, but that would take time she had told me. I helped her four days a week because I had lots of time on me.
I already knew Sam respected Mom tremendously and they clicked very well, but Mom kept her distance and gave me space with my friend and agent.
Sam was always welcome at our home and he had become good pals with me. We drank beer regularly when he came by. Once he had taken the gripe from me about lack of auditions that he was getting for me, we moved on to talking Hollywood and he would tell me stories of his successes and opportunities he had missed. I was taking it easy mostly because we were well off financially. Mom wasn't splurging the money she had received when she cashed out.
On one such evening, I was giving him hell and chased him into frustration.
To lighten the mood he said, "Maybe I should get you a role in a Porn movie." He grinned when he ran the plan in his mind. "You have the looks and talent. You won't be getting any lines, or at least not many. But that helps, right?"
On his advise, I had been taking accent classes from Beth's and she was working with me on my accent to ensure I could be considered for mainstream scripts.
"Maybe we can have them specialize a porn film for you on Kama Sutra. Surely you are well acquainted with the book, you know. You will kill it with your looks and your body. Almost all the scenes would be bare, so that works, eh? Girls would love it."
I was not taking the bait.
"I'm sure you got offers back home doing the Kamaaa Sutra?" Sam said making fun. "Oh man, you guys came out with porn way before America industrialized it." He was blabbering now.
Mom happened to be coming out of the kitchen exactly at the time and stopped still when she heard him say 'KamaSutra' and 'Porn'.
She walked across the hall and calmly sat on the chair, which was placed between Sam's chair and the sofa where I was sitting. She looked at me smiling and knew it would be slightly embarrassing but then looked towards Sam and told him curtly.
"Sam, let me tell you about KamaSutra. Firstly it isn't porn. I know you well enough to know that you joked about this only because you don't know enough about it. The KamaSutra is neither a sex manual nor a sex position book as is often mistaken by Americans. It is a 2000-year-old text written as a guide to the art of living well, the nature of love, maintaining one's love life, and other aspects of the pleasure-oriented faculties of the human life."
Sam gulped silently.
