Author's note: Slow buildup in the nature of a ticking time-bomb rather than a 'boom' of a landmine as soon as you tread on the story. I am a writer who's been reading stories on lit since I found it (8? 10 years ago?) as a horny young un and now I thought its time to give back as I received. While I am at it, I thank alwayswantedto, ahabscribe, lovecraft68 & all those wonderful writers who write on this site.
The recognition that we writers seek will not be openly sought in this forum for obvious reasons, but do send in your feedback both good and bad. I roll well with the punches and learn from the hits on my nose. Part 2 of the story shall come regardless.
Blissful reading and reviewing! (Warning! This ist the only short sentence thee shall read in the tale.)
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Bobby glanced at the wall clock surreptitiously, his arm still draped over his head as he lay on his stomach.
1 PM.
Was she awake? She must be. He had been awake for two hours now, but he didn't want to be the first to move. His bladder was now ready to burst so he would have to get up.
Just as he had found the will to haul himself up, the sheets rustled and the other side of the bed creaked. There was a muffled sound of feet on carpet and then rustle of clothes. She was slipping the nightgown on, Bobby knew. He heard feet slowly walking towards the door.
Bobby waited for about a minute and when there were no more sounds, he turned his head slowly and soundlessly – not wanting to disturb the spirits of passion that still lingered.
There she was, standing by the window, looking out at the constant drizzle. The wind blew wisps of her waist length auburn hair around her serene face and caressed her smooth arms that the peeked out of the sleeveless black nightgown. Her body was lushly feminine – round breasts with a not too narrow waist that a forty-one year old woman who walked often should have, flaring out into ample hips. Not too tall at 5'4", she looked even more beautiful than Dimple Kapadia, the Indian actress that Bobby had always thought she resembled. There was a clap of thunder and her startled, large brown eyes looked skywards. A sudden gust of wind turned the drizzle inwards for a few seconds and she crossed her arms at her shoulders to shield herself.
And then she smiled. It was a smile of contentment and happiness.
Suddenly Bobby's arm hit the bedstead and she looked towards him. Bobby closed his eyes, as if asleep. After a few moments when he opened them, she was gone. He got out of bed and walked towards the open bathroom door. Suddenly there was a sound of flushing and he saw her get up from the toilet seat, pulling her panties up and then dropping the nightgown that had gathered at her waist.
She smiled at him as she washed her hands and walked towards him, touching his cheek tenderly and those mesmerizing brown eyes looked at him. He looked like a male version of her with similar eyes, a muscular frame and at 5'11, he towered above her.
"Good morning sweetie," she said.
"Hi mom," he replied.
"Ready for breakfast?" she asked almost in a whisper. Bobby just looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"See you downstairs," she said, giving him a tender kiss on the mouth and went out.
Bobby entered the bathroom and let loose a stream of yellow piss, almost screaming with relief. As he washed the crusted semen that covered his penis with the detachable jet next to the commode, he thought about what had happened between his mother and him the previous night.
It was not sudden, for they had been moving towards it since a long time. It had been destined.
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"I'll take the window seat!" mom said excitedly.
Dad stood aside and with an exaggerated bow of welcome, waved her in. Then he waved Bobby in too and sat on the aisle seat.
The aircraft was already beginning to fill up with Indians, though the flight was through Frankfurt. There was only one connection that the airline had between Frankfurt and Delhi. For most Indians flying from Miami, this was the most convenient connection with the least waiting time for the connecting flight.
"I can't believe we are going to Delhi together," mom said, turning to Bobby. "A day after you turn nineteen."
"It is a great birthday present mom, we are gonna have a blast," Bobby said. Before he had moved to Miami they had lived with in a large house that belonged to their large unbroken family in Delhi where he had grown up with a lot of cousins his age.
Nina, Bobby's mom, was the life of parties that they hosted or went to in their active social circuit in Delhi. They had a minor celebrity status in the India where Bobby's father, Jai, co-owned a chain of four and five star hotels. But what Nina valued most was the companionship of her two sisters who she met often, sharing confidences, and lending a shoulder to cry on.
Three years ago when Jai had announced that the family had decided to start a hotel in Miami and they were to live there for five years, Nina had been devastated. When they moved, she missed her family and friends in Delhi. Forming new relationships in the alien culture of Miami was not easy though it was simpler with Jai who would bond over beer and business meets with his new business associates. The complexities and demands of a business are far simpler than the bonds that a woman requires. Bobby too settled in quickly, for a school in Miami was not too different from a school in Delhi if it had girls and sports. Nina would fly to India every six months for a week or two but it was not the same as living there.
The aircraft took off at 8 PM, almost half-hour late, and the flight crew served refreshments. The movies came on and one of them was an Indian movie starring Amitabh Bachchan.
"Look!" mom said excited like a kid.
Bobby laughed.
"He's not even your favorite actor, mom."
"I do love his baritone."
Just then, Tom Culkins passed by their seats and thumped Jai on his shoulder. Tom was a cruise operator in Miami and Jai and he had become good friends.
"Surprise!" he said, smiling. "Hello, Nina!"
Tom made polite talk with Nina and Bobby.
"Why don't you join me in the front," he said to Jai, "We'll have a few beers together."
"Good idea," he said, looking apologetically at Nina.
"Sorry to steal him away, Nina," Tom said to Nina, "I'll send him back soon."
"He's all yours," Nina laughed. "Keep him out of my hair till Frankfurt."
After Jai went away, the lights dimmed. Nina was engrossed in her Hindi movie while Bobby flipped through channels. He stopped at a movie where a redhead looked meaningfully into a younger man's eyes as they sat side by side.
"That's Julianne Moore, isn't it?" Nina asked.
"I guess."
Julianne Moore stood up from her seat and sat in the lap of the young boy and they started moving in way that suggested fucking. Embarrassed, Bobby was about to change channels when Nina stopped him.
"This is the movie Savage Grace," she said. "That's her son in the movie."
"You mean they are mother and son?"
"Yes, the son is gay and the mother is trying to see if she can change his sexual orientation. It's based on a true story."
"Wow!" Bobby didn't know what else to say.
"Isn't she beautiful?"
"Um ..... you are a better looking mother," Bobby said, before he could check his thoughts.
Nina laughed and Bobby was relieved.
"Don't you be getting ideas from this movie, young man," she said, "By the way, are you straight?"
