Author's note: You may want to read The Journey -- Ch 01 to get into the loop. And if you are looking for a quickie, this is not the story for you.
Certain terms of endearment used are Indian -- Masi (the term for mother's sister), Nana (mother's father).
For the rest, happy reading -- and do vote. That what we write for.
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The plane descended after hovering over Delhi for the good part of a half hour.
"They still have four landing strips! Just four goddamn landing strips for rush hour plane traffic! With the third largest economy in the world and they still behave like a fucking third world country," Jai said.
Indian infrastructure was a pet peeve with Jai -- Bobby's dad, and one of these days his blood vessels would burst while he cursed it.
"Smile Jai, we are home," Nina said as she batted her eyelashes and smiled.
When he didn't, she put her fingers on the corners of his lips and then stretched them upwards. That did the trick. Nina always knew what to do with him. She truly dominated him by the sheer force of her charm.
Bobby looked at his mother. It wasn't just his father who was under her spell, she ruled over all the people in her life with her charm.
After the incident yesterday night -- day before yesterday -- Bobby corrected himself, Nina had not met him alone. When he had woken up, she had gone shopping alone and arrived only an hour before they were due to leave for the airport in Frankfurt. In the flight, she had insisted Jai sit next to her so both mother and son sat separated by their father.
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A week passed by in their family mansion in Delhi without incident.
The Family welcomed them like a long lost tribe -- with milk and honey and a stifling dose of love. For a few days he lost himself in it, in walks with his grandfather to the gardens of the gigantic Humayun tomb in the mornings, to roaming the malls and checking out the chicks in the evening and nights spent eating out with his cousins or grooving in clubs.
Bobby had resigned himself to think that what had happened between him and his mother was an accident, and nothing would ever happen between them again. But that night in Frankfurt would return to haunt him night after night. He would wake up to a feverish lust at night and no amount of jacking off could satiate it.
Nina was now always surrounded by females of the family, catching up on gossip and giggling, seriously discussing fashion and jewellery. She seemed even more beautiful than before if that were possible. Punjabi women were hot -- being of Persian stock, they are known for their extraordinary beauty but his mother held her own amongst the lot.
Bobby would look at her longingly as she would talk, smile, touch and laugh, fantasizing even as he stood watching her. He was watching her pink lips, fantasizing how sensual they would feel wrapped around his cock when a voice startled him.
"She's beautiful."
He turned around to see Mohit, his cousin whose room he now shared. Bobby composed himself and said: "What's the plan for tonight?"
"Nothing, but join me if you want to play tennis."
"I don't play tennis."
"But you wouldn't mind watching some cool chicks in short skirts, would you?"
Bobby shook his head dumbly. He couldn't possibly tell his cousin that his mom was the only 'chick' on his mind for now -- one who overshadowed his existence.
"Tag along then."
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"You know, we went for a holiday to Phuket in Thailand in winter?" Mohit asked Bobby as they walked towards the tennis club nearby.
"I heard."
"There I saw a completely different side of mom -- one I had never imagined existed."
Mohit turned to look at Bobby meaningfully.
"I saw mom wear swimsuits, tiny itsy-bitsy ones that would make any red-blooded male's cock spring to attention."
Bobby tried to picture aunt Brinda -- Mohit's mom in a swim suit. She had a sexy face which shone with good living all the time and with a motherly smile and intense dark eyes. She was also a full-figured woman with the proverbial Brazilian butt. Yes, she would look mouth-wateringly good.
"See? I can see the glassy look in your eyes," Mohit sneered. "Yes, she looked like what you imagine and even better."
"My cock didn't get any rest the entire trip. There were beautiful girls and women all around and man! Phuket is full of chicks looking for a lay. But all I could think of was mom."
Bobby smiled but said nothing.
"Moms are something else. There will be other beautiful women but your own mother ..... there's no enchantress in the world who a boy could lust for more than his own mother," Mohit said. Wise words -- but Mohit was always the wise one.
"You are in the same pickle, aren't you?" Mohit nudged him with a sneer.
"A bit," Bobby said, smiling sheepishly.
"Get all the chances you can man."
"Anything happen in Phuket?"
"With her?"
"Uh-huh."
"I took her to a disc once -- minus dad, I got drunk, she drank a bit too and just as I got around to touchy-feely, bam! She starts the 'I wanna go back -- I am tired.' Line."
"Discos without dads are probably the best bet to score with moms," Bobby blurted and immediately regretted it. Mohit was not exactly a secret-keeper.
"Sooooooo?" he asked, looking meaningfully at Bobby. "What happened between you two in a disco."
"Oh, I just assumed," Bobby said, "I kinda like your idea, probably gonna use it someday and take it to a disco."
"You do that," Mohit looked at Bobby slyly and said. "And don't forget to tell me what happened. I love your mom."
Bobby punched Mohit's shoulder hard.
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"May I use your bathroom?" Bobby asked as he entered his parents' room one day. His father would never be home before 10 PM, for he worked even in the Delhi office. He was not one to take a day off.
