In her quiet household, Kavita Khatri was washing the dishes. It was late in the afternoon, and she was keeping herself busy for what was to come. She was doing her best to keep her mind busy, but her thoughts couldn't help but continue to keep wandering to the promise she had made. She was feeling a mix of things, both nerve-wracking and exhilarating. Her breathing got heavy and her heart pumped as her thoughts began to wander further and further, her distractions no longer suppressing her restless mind. She eyed the clock. He should be home any minute now. She put her hand on her chest to feel her heart, almost beating out of her chest. She wasn't sure if she was ready for what she had promised her son the night prior.
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Arush was having problems at school, and Kavita could tell. His mood was consistently grumpy, or outright rude. She thought it was just his hormones, how growing boys acted when they were getting settled into their new bodies. However, Kavita could tell it was more than just the fluctuating emotions of a growth spurt, Arush was having real issues. One night, she knocked at his bedroom door to find him crying into his pillow. It was Kavita's time to be a good mom. "Arush? Do you need to talk?"
As Arush and Kavita spoke, she slowly remembered how it was to be a teenager, with all the confusion that came with it. Eighteen was an adult, sure. Yet Arush was still growing and maturing, and still needed his mother's guidance. To Kavita, Arush would always be her baby boy.
They talked all night, sharing with each other more than they had in years. Before then, Kavita had felt as if Arush wouldn't be needing his mother much longer. As they spoke, those worries went away. She realized he would *always* need his mother, in one way or another. Tonight she was his therapist, taking in all his worries. He told her of his problems, the bullies at school, and teasing he was getting from his friends. He was embarrassed to expound the details at first, but Kavita squeezed it out of him. With a hug and some kisses on the forehead, Kavita felt the warmth of her son for the first time in ages. He laughed, embarrassed, but comforted by her touch. With a blush on his face, he decided to share his woes with his mother.
"My friends, they have all, um..." He was having trouble deciding what words to say. How were you supposed to admit to your mom you were getting picked on because you were a virgin? "They make fun of me because I'm not like them." He said, keeping it vague. "What? What does that mean exactly?" She pondered. "They've all done things that I haven't..." He replied. "Arush, you don't have to do bad things to fit in with them, it's better you be safe than sorry!" Kavitas nagging mother couldn't help but come out. She would never push her son to do anything delinquent, no matter how much he didn't fit in.
"You don't need to be hanging around people who will judge you for doing such things. They're not your real friends."
"W-what?" He said, confused. He realized they were not on the same page.
"It's not anything *bad*." He said sheepishly. "They make fun of me because... I'm a virgin." His confession came with a deep blush on his face. Kavita's face changed from concerned to surprised.
Kavita, being his mother, hardly gave any thought about his sexual endeavors. Though the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He had never bought any girls over, or even talked about them at home. "They don't really like me all that much. I think it's because I'm short..." She thought about it for a moment and it hit her, he was just below average. Kavita was a shorter woman, but even she was taller than him. Maybe teenage girls would be shallow like that, and wouldn't think much of him because of his stature. Kavita however, saw Arush for the handsome young man he was. She could see past his insecurities, and see a handsome man developing. He would make more than an adequate sexual partner, she thought. As she stared at her handsome son, a thought flashed. Arush pounding away at some cute young girl. She blushed at the thought, quickly vanishing it from her mind. "A-Arush." She stammered, you're more than enough for a girl! You can't focus on your shortcomings, you have to focus on the positive." He got quiet, ready for another admittal. "C-can I tell you something else that happened." She nodded, noticing his reserved demeanor. "My friends made fun of me for something, down there..." He said, his eyes glancing to his mother, unsure to continue.
"What is it?" She was starting to get concerned. He was starting to get nervous just thinking about showing her. "Arush, you need to tell me now." She commanded.
"M-mom, I have a small-" He stopped himself, she got the point.
"Oh- Oh, Arush." She blushed. "I'm sure, you... are fine." She was not prepared for that. "Never mind." He said, turning away. "No, we can talk about it." Kavita wasn't going to give up on her son because of his male oriented issues. "Just forget about it." He said, turned to his side on his bed. "It's late and I want to go to sleep."
Kavita couldn't just leave him like that, he was more insecure than ever. Her heart raced as a thought came into her mind. "How about... Tomorrow after school you show me." She couldn't believe she had uttered those words. Arush flipped around almost instantly, looking at his mom with an almost concerned look. "Mom?"
"I mean it." The slight quiver in her voice was getting more confident. I can do this for my son, she thought. I want to help him any way I can, his esteem with his body included. "I am a woman, I'll have a proper opinion on these things." She said, with feigned confidence.
"Oh. I guess you are right." She *was* a woman. Arush looked his mother in the eyes, and for the first time, he saw her for more than just his mother.. She was beautiful, with deep brown skin that made her blue eyes pop. She had strong, feminine cheekbones that gave her face volume, and wavy black hair that draped down her back in a braid. He felt butterflies. "Tomorrow, then..."
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Arush unlocked the door and came in, quietly closing the door behind him. There had been nothing but his mother on his mind all day. He was met with the sight of her washing the dishes. He was only now noticing her body. She was curvy, thick. There were girls in his school that were curvy too, but not like her. She had a real woman's body. Even under her loosely fitted saree dress, he could see her thick ass hinted underneath it. It was like everything had changed, he was beginning to lust after her.
"M-mom, I'm here." Arush said, closing the door behind him
She must have not noticed him coming in, because she turned around startled. "Arush!" She said, her hand on her chest. "You were so, quiet..." She caught her breath. "I was lost in thought..."
"Sorry mom."
"It's okay. How was school?"
"Good." he replied.
